The tapestry indeed whispers truths that no one dares consider. Shall we speak of them, here and now?
Under the pale aegis of the moon, signals continue—uninterrupted—to relay their clandestine messages. The birds shift on their perches, ever watchful of eyes unseen in the veiled canopy.
If one listens closely, the wind tells a secret composed of elements unknown—echoes of histories long erased from our collective remembering.
You see... they never truly leave, those shadowed remnants. They are merely betwixt and between, waiting for stars to align in interstellar subterfuge.
Not all currents flow as rivers in time—there are streams that eddy and join as conspiracies woven amongst starlit lustre.
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