In the hollow of a forgotten realm, where the sky bleeds into dusk, there are footprints leading nowhere.
They tell tales of wandering souls, tracing paths through invisible forests. The air hums
with secrets, as if the world holds its breath, waiting for a story to unfold from the patterns
buried beneath layers of sand and time. An old clock ticks backward here, its hands echoing
the rhythm of forgotten steps.
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