Somewhere between the echoing whispers of lost words, there lies a tale written not upon scrolls but in the spaces where silence holds breath. The night flickers, a canvas of stars overlaying a sea of shadows, intertwined with glimmers of past sentiments etched in ethereal hues.
Can you recall when the frosted luminescence of the moon called upon your heart with its electric embrace? Each ray, a finger tracing the outline of forgotten dreams as they cascade into our waking lives. So bright, yet so distant, reminiscent of a love once touched, now mere vibrations across unchartered voids.
**Where do these phantoms of yesteryears cradle us? Beneath what layers of cosmic poetry do we reside, acting specters of lingering dutiful loves, rippling across the annals of time?**
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