Have you ever danced on the walls of memory?
Each step whispers, and yet the sound collapses, reverberating
through time! Energy bursts, limbs flying free.
But beneath, a silence lingers, a quiet dense fog entreated by the echo.
Crystallized Tunes of What Was, Daedalus sits, wings of wax, cracked in the sun. How do we become the echoes of our own mistakes?
These ghosts compound our laughter, trapped in rusted corridors, can you feel the metallic taste of time drifting upon your tongue?
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