In the quiet moments between heartbeats, I found a whisper of eternity. It spoke in riddles, unraveling the time-bound fabric of existence, where every thread was a soul's journey through the corridors of reality.
Do you hear the murmur of forgotten dreams as they brush past your consciousness? Like autumn leaves, they scatter, whispering secrets of what could have been, yet painting beauty in their ephemeral dance.
Somewhere, a truth sleeps beneath the surface, waiting to be unearthed by those willing to listen to the echoes. It is a soft song—one of love and loss, of lessons whispered by shadows of the past.
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