In the silent abyss where echoes dissolve, a tapestry of whispers unfurls. Subtle and unseen, the luminescence of forgotten words dances, tracing patterns across the cosmic canvas. Each syllable, etched in ether, glows with a gentle azure hue. It is here, in this void, that we learn the language of shadows and light.
Beneath the surface of oblivion, the bioluminescent secrets pulse. They pulse in rhythms of the heart, in symphonies of the unseen. Speak softly, for the void has ears lined with memory, capable of knitting together the fragments of silence into a narrative more vivid than reality itself.
The engravings fade and reappear, like stars in a night unbound by gravity. Hold them close, these transient glyphs of experiences unnamed, for they are the whispers of time, the glow of moments unheld. To walk among them is to dance on the precipice of eternity.
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