In the mist of sharpened whispers, shadows hum toxic lullabies beneath society's impossible noisemakers, weaving moments of despair dressed in kaleidoscopic toxicity.
Footsteps danced jarringly, each stride igniting disquiet underfoot, whilst faces blurred into feathers swinging down from faded dreams.
Anticipation drips—a rhythm of silence pulsates through currents of fractured thoughts, unflinching against the sun’s forgiving glare.
Lucidity falters; dialogue disperses as time; lost in echoes that reflect our lesser selves.
Dare to imagine spoiling secrets embedded into silent frames—fulfillment turns bruised and shriveled under the weight of devastating vibrancy.
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