In this realm, where shadows weave tales of unspeakable longing, the void sings. An aria, stitched clumsily by ethereal hands, echoes upon the soul's canvas. Whispers of forlorn hearts, lost in the dance of stars—echoing, dissolving, reverberating.
Here, silence is an ocean, deep and unyielding, where every wave is a breath held by the universe, waiting to be released into the moonlit night. Caught in the tendrils of this silence, dreams float like autumn leaves caught in a timeless wind.
Yet, the silence speaks. With every heartbeat, it murmurs secrets of what could have been, what should have been, weaving a tapestry of tender regret. And in that tapestry, you find your name, written not in ink but in the soft light of dawn.
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