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width: 30%;
height: 30%;
background: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.1);
animation: drift 20s infinite alternate ease-in-out;
border-radius: 50%;
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from { transform: translate(0, 0); }
to { transform: translate(80vw, 60vh); }
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Whispers of the Embered Lute
In twilight's cradle, where the lilies bloom
Silent verses imperceptibly weave the air
Forgotten songs, echo, cradled by the wind
Steps like rain, on a stream's mirrored edge
Beneath the sapphire sky, they whispered once
Your name, uttered by shadows' soft breath
A melody lost in the labyrinth of stars
When worlds align unseen, to hush the earth
The embers char and spark where phantoms walk
Songs of old wrapped in the velvet dusk
A shadow passes—was it a thought grave or mirthful?
Listen, child, they leave traces like snowflakes