The hallways stretched beyond reason, each cavern echoing faint memories of rippling laughter and half-forgotten songs. The shadows were long—a testament to a sun no longer found in the sky. Here, clarity carried a veil and whispered in tongues only idle hearts could understand.
Through the fog-laden gaze, there she was—Amara walked with grace etched by years gone; each stride was an invitation to relics of dreaming ruins. Her presence stirred the whispering walls; they hummed tales of umbra seas and forgotten echoes beneath forgotten waves.
A door creaked open somewhere, unseen yet felt, like the distant call of the deep longing for shores. "One more mile," she mused to nobody but the drifting mists that swept her hair. The destination? Unknown, but the journey had become her only solace.
In rooms where moonlit pools gathered, reflections did not merely imitate but spoke of strange tales unbound by the mortal clock. “What remains behind a shadow?” She mused. “An echo perhaps, calling me towards...
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