Where dreams touch the vanishing horizon, beneath the crumbled statues of time, lies the essence of forgotten whispers.
Love, as ancient as the dust, dances upon the echoes of the past.
Your voice: Muffled and swirled within the mirror's embrace, creating ripples that shimmer like lost stars.
In this realm of sculpted shadows, reflections linger and weave tales of longing amidst the ruins.
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