In the sunset’s tender hour, when shadows weave on whispered tales, secrets ride the fickle breeze, tucked in rays of fading fire. "Have you noticed the stars?"
The sky speaks in hushed ambivalence, a canvas where thoughts ascend, each fragment, a flicker of soul, a memory lost, a dream unfurled. "Listen closely; they're alive."
Drift softly, on the breath of twilight, savoring the taste of dusk’s embrace. Beneath the twinkling vastness, whispers linger, reluctant to part. "Everything changes, but tonight lingers."
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