Between heartbeats, there lies an echo, a whisper from forgotten realms. Here, time bends, and the essence of existence resonates in a symphony devoid of instruments.
They dance on the edges of consciousness, shadows of forgotten dreams—souls brushing past, leaving trails of luminous essence in the folds of reality. Do they know the song sung by the stars, or are they merely wandering through chords of eternity?
Threads weave through spaceless spaces, stitched by hands unseen. The tapestry of the cosmos pulses, each thread a heartbeat, each knot a sigh. What song does the Universe hum to itself, in moments of solitude?
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