As the clock ticked in reverse, time folded upon itself like a paper crane, seeking solace in the void of forgotten dreams. What once was now whispers through the corridors of reality, echoing softly.
A specter, half-formed, floats through the abandoned hallways of memory. It murmurs secrets of the past to no one, caught in an eternal loop—a refrain forgotten by all but the walls themselves. These whispers are documented herein.
The illusion of light dances upon the surface of the sea, a fleeting mirage in the twilight. Each wave a heartbeat, a pulse of the universe, a reminder of existence in a world unraveling at the seams. Here lies the truth, obscured yet vivid.
Beneath this illusion, the earth crumbles gently, a quiet decay whispering stories of rebirth and ruin. The echoes of past lives linger, their essence entwined with the fibers of time itself. Each thread tells tales of joy and sorrow intertwined.
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