Amidst echoes in solemn street, the forgotten fabric grows where shadows soundlessly ripple. Rust whispers secrets interwoven where bricks sigh amidst creeping ivy and silence stretches like longing shadows at midnight's embrace.
Threads unravel in paradox language, a tattered poet’s alphabet stitched with the quiet sigh of evening light cascading over forgotten cobble maps.
The market of mirrored wisps, where the mysterious merchant sells laughter sealed in glass, but who can possess what cannot be heard?
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