Time is but a whisper, resonating through the corridors of history—each second a drop in a vast ocean of echoes. Fragments of our existence linger like fragmented light caught in a prism—scattered yet interconnected.
Consider the heartbeats of cities, the quiet sighs of lost moments, and the laughter that reverberates through crumbling walls. Each echo carries the weight of unspoken truths, wandering through the remnants of forgotten lives.
How do we measure the silence between sounds? What is the distance between now and then? The past dances at the edge of memory, a tapestry woven with threads of nostalgia and mourning.
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