In the echo of silence: 𓉔𓇋ð“€ð“‚»
Each wave encodes whispers of ancestral currents, translated not by words but through felt pulses upon the tide. These glyphs are but shadows of expressions lost to the erosions of time.
The resonance of the moon: 𓆓𓊄𓅓𓆉
Cascading echoes, ripples in the ether, a reminder of moments suspended between breaths. They speak not of the past's decay, but of the perpetual motion forward.
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