Reflections ripple over the void, each a whisper of what should never be spoken. Curved sentences echo through structures unseen, resonating within the soul's labyrinth.
Distortion is the mirror of clarity; truth fractures with an alluring grace. Watch as time unravels in transparent threads, weaving abstract abandon.
Silence is a tapestry of sound, an unseen orchestra playing notes of absence. Each moment is a forgotten volume, each heartbeat a forgotten echo.
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