Remember the hazy beginnings? A tumble down the staircase of the universe, where colors were invoked like spells, and every whisper held the secret to eternity. We built castles in the nebulous dusk, breathing the remnants of stars that danced within hidden corners of our essence.
Patterns in the Echo Chamber, or was it the Lost Note? Each choice, a flicker in the vast incision of destiny.
The joy transcends time; it is energy looping back upon itself like a celestial carousel on silent the horizon. Do you hear it, the whispered vibrations? They call us home.
For every forgotten dream, a universe reborn, rejuvenated in the kaleidoscope of new beginnings. The whispers are all around, an infinite loop echoing, harmonizing, jubilantly cascading across time.
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