Encased in marbled echoes, whispers twist with curiosity across forgotten corridors.
The river sang a tune comprehensible yet obscured within veils – fleeting enchantments bathed in moon-glow.
Abandoned libraries of intention harbor tales borne of luminescence. Light scribes ornate hollows on stones sealed by Creations once glimpsed but exiled from redemption.
A Turn of the ethereal clock writes scripts invisible to naked perception. Desire races hearts amalgamating hope; together embracing the Eternity fractal.
The Travelers pause, enveloped in naiveté – at crossroads they Don't choose but which choose them. Every direction steers destinies uncharted, yet known by thenselves alone.
Yet, quiet revelations drift as ornate tapestries woven from celestial laughter – eternal, cyclical in unrhythmic harmony.
Dissonance dreams quietly in concentric beats consonant with starscapes elusive, entrancing, eternally pursued.
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