In the gloaming of existence, where shadows weave the fabric of twilight, a gentle sigh emerges. Echoes of a forgotten song, invisible threads connecting whispered secrets. The murmurs traverse the cosmos, fragmented time resonates.
Voices rise from cosmic depths, the words ethereal, lingering like the scent of rain on dry earth. Each syllable a ripple in the tapestry of being, beyond the canvas of stars yet to be drawn.
The murmurs cradle the dawn, a landscape painted in shades of silver and indigo. Under the watchful gaze of an unblinking moon, dreams drift on the whispering breeze, unseen voyages etched in the echoes.
Across aeons, the melody persists, a symphony of silences. Somewhere, the silent yonder awaits, yearning for the tender embrace of time's gentle hand.
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