In the vast expanse of the dreamscape, where echoes of forgotten laughter linger, we wander.
Our footprints trace paths through sands that refuse to remember our passage.
We walk in circles, searching for what was never lost.
Time flows like water through fingers clenched in futile grasp.
Reflections of past selves stare back from pools of liquid memory,
whispering secrets only the night understands.
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