The whispers tangled in the void,

Emerald hues ripple—fractures await,

In echoes vast, suspended.

Listen, as resonance dreams a language forgotten.

Here is the genesis of windless shores,

Where the ocean's touch is laughter's fade,

Cascading in solitude.

Silent choruses speak in spirals,

Eternal tones of wistful mirage;

This symphony of fractals, a shadow's hymn.

The dusk that trails a slumbering horizon—

Breezes drawn through the corridors of time,

Carrying memories of distant echoes.

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