In the corners of the world, where shadows and echoes play,
lives a light-bulbed secret, hidden in the dusk of yesterday.
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Once upon a blanket of cream and crystals,
where footprints faded into drawings,
a story painted itself in invisible ink.
Sketch the Echo
Breeze's Tale
Murmur of Shadows
Marks with soft cotton smudges,
whisper wishes to forgotten doors,
tuned only to the songs of the unsaid.
Light tickled the silent script,
and dreams stepped onto the stage
of remembered never-weres.
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What does it say, in the rustle of whispering winds?
A riddle? A puzzle? A tiny promise?