Infinite Resonance
Aligned with the shadows, a murmur of echoes, tangled in the web of time and mist.
Voices interlace like fractals, repeating, whispering about the secrets they keep.
An eternal dance of doom and transcendence, where every heartbeat is a jump cut in the void.
The spiral staircase in the mind descends deeper than light knows.
To step through is to lose oneself. To find oneself in miniature, in pattern.
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