Once, the unseen horizons shimmered with echoes of whispers lost to time. Moments slip through our fingers like grains of spectral sand falling endlessly from the unseen hourglass.
In this twilight zone, where shadows bend the light, there lies a doorway to places unnamed. Beyond the door, the realm of forgotten whispers flickers, beckoning those who dare.
The waves whisper stories, secrets held beneath their undulating surface, tales of spectral decay that never fully fade, never truly remain.
Hear the murmured lullabies of the unending soliloquy, where silence reigns with an unseen authority, where auditory specters dance to music unheard.
Did you know the trees speak only in shadows? Or that clocks in dreams never turn, yet somehow tell your truth?
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