In the void, where whispers carve tales,
shadows of echoes unspoken cling to the ether.
Etched in forgotten tongues, the silence breathes,
an ancient hymn of the unheard melody.
Like hieroglyphs of dreams once alive,
each mark a memory lost to time,
speaks through the silent aeons,
a language of the invisible.
Wander the corridors of muted sound,
a labyrinth of echoes and sighs,
where every step disturbs the slumber
of whispers waiting to be reborn.
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