In the labyrinth's tender haze, murmurs unspoken drift between shadows, as hearts twist and wind like ancient vines. We import dreams with a lover's breath, whispered tales of endless spirals.
Every path and turn echoes passion, perpetual longing etched on borrowed stones, finding solace in the unraveling. Does your soul oscillate through these corridors, bounded by love's obscure tenacity?
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