Sartorial whispers clad in deception, unravel tales of radiant shadows.

Echoes that claw at the brittle frame, speak the language of forgotten specters.

In corridors where silence burgeons, an orchestra strung of broken promises plays.

Stars, once the tears of fading dreams, now constellations of untold agony.

Upon the edge, where truth wears its ugliest mask, a reflection shimmers...

The resonance in hollowed hearts shapes destinies unknown, yet everso familiar.

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