In the quiet stretch of hours, the landscapes bend and echo. Time hums a forgotten symphony, each note a reflection cast in twilight whispers. We ponder what was, what is, and what murmurs yet to come, as the sands shift beneath our fleeting grip.
Beneath the ancient oak, conversations with shadows reveal truths woven into the fabric of these enigmatic lands. Does the whisper carry to the distant mountains, or is it caught forever in this moment?
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