In the abyss, symphonies coalesce like forgotten whispers in a crypt's embrace, echoing through the damp veils of time. Amongst the organ notes of mourning and the percussion of wings, the delicate lyre of darkness frets a tune.
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Once whispered, the trails sing softlyOnce, in the catacombs of this submerged opera, lantern fishes swayed in choreographed splendor, incandescent pulses akin to the heart's forgotten serenades. Their dance invoked a phantom tide of peace within raging soul storms.
Ebon pearls dive into the luminant seams of requiem tides