In the solemn echoes, where moments remember their forgotten selves, I roam.
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Every step upon this barren path sparks transient embers, their warmth stolen by the winds of eternity.
There lie stories untold beneath the ash—a tapestry woven by the dreams of those who wander before.
Step beyond the shadow or linger here in the memory of stone and mist.
Seek the truth in your own echoes. Wander, for the journey is never truly over.