Luminous tendrils caress the void, echoing softly, weaving dreams into the ever-twisted tapestry of shadow and light.
Elsewhere, whispers chase celestial murmurs through the ivy glow. In this consciousness maze, steel reflections shimmer: flying mirrors with faces unmoored.
Seek the void — it speaks back with heartbeats unsaid, illuminating paths only by the secrets they cover. Barefoot on forgotten myths, dance the symmetry of stars.
The echoes hold stories never told, truths bathed in starlight mist — and every exit is a beginning entwined with the whisperings of what dreams may come.
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