Echoes of forgotten thoughts dance within
a symphony of shadows cast on the walls of time.
We walk paths not taken, paths that twist and spiral back upon themselves
like a dream that remembers its own waking.
What speaks in the absence of sound?
The whispers of unmade choices, the melody of paths not tread.
In these spaces, life hums a tune unheard, yet deeply felt,
carving labyrinths in the mind, of skin and bone.
Follow the chime, follow the silence.
Each note a step, each pause a doorway.
Beyond the horizon of understanding,
awaits the truth of your echo.
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