Softly, like the sigh of a sleeping dawn, they gather! A thousand voices sand-etched into memory's embrace...
Curved and ever transient, like a stream beneath cool fingers, whispering tales of golden hours long past.
To read the messages among the shifting sea of whisper:
- Morning calls of silver constellations, stitching dreams on the midnight sun.
- Autumn winds dancing through elegy, woven into forgotten paths.
An echo trembles gently—the velvet touch of sunrise upon ashen echoes, a symphony veiled in solitude.
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