In the quietude of forgotten cities, beyond the bustling horizons, there lies an anthology of alphabets - scattered, untamed, and forlorn. Each letter bears witness to an epoch untouched by time. Journalistic reports from the ether chronicle these forgotten symbols, haunted by the echoes of their once-vibrant existence.
Local scholars, often seen darting through shadowy alleys, chant lullabies to the fragmented scripts. “In every glyph, a story lies dormant,” murmurs one such figure, cloaked in enigma. These lullabies, woven into the very fabric of night, resonate with an ethereal cadence, summoning remnants of an unsung past.
Amongst the scattered words, whispers of a lost lexicon drift in the chill air, tantalizing and elusive. The alphabets, now mere specters, mark the void left by histories untold. Reporters, armed with curiosity, traverse these shadowlands, seeking the voices which weave the tapestry of this forgotten language.
The lullabies, potent and haunting, cling to the evening breeze. They whisper secrets to the stars, secrets guarded within the hearts of those who dare to dream in the remnants of ancient letters. As the moon casts its silver glow, these secrets linger, inviting further inquiry.
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