"Listen closely," it murmured, the voice trailing off like autumn leaves caught in the whispering wind of yesterday.
The cadence of the clock ticks louder in my mind, counting down the moments to relapse, to echoes unchained and unremembered.
There it stood, a lonely fragment of paradise lost, echoing through time, through the corridors of broken memories and shattered glass.
Where the rivers bend and the trees sway in a dance meant only for the stars, reality folds into a kind of madness familiar as the warmth of a mother’s embrace.
Lost in the labyrinth of echoes, I found the shadows of my own forgotten footsteps leading nowhere but everywhere.
Again, and again, and again—like the shattered echoes of a mirror reflecting an infinite sea of nothingness.
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