In the inky expanse of the cosmos, where silence sings songs of forgotten gods, a whisper escapes, echoing through the void. It is the twelfth perception, an unraveling thread in the tapestry of night.
Here, in the shadows of dying stars, realms collide. The fabric of existence is not a mere cloak but a shattered mirror, each fragment reflecting a world unexplored.
Beneath the veil, the kaleidoscope spins—a gorgon’s gaze, entangling the unwary in a web of shifting realities. Lost voices chant in harmony, a symphony of dissonance that binds and breaks in equal measure.
As the celestial dance unfolds, specters of yore emerge; their forms are transient, flickering between dimensions, whispering secrets to the unseen. The air thrums with their presence, an electric hum that sends shivers down the spine of time itself.
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