Waves roll ashore.
Each step a ripple.
Silence broods beneath the surface, beneath the questions.
The mirror holds secrets.
Breath becomes rhythm — variable, gentle, persistent.
Unfurling past quiet archways, leaves whisper a muted song.
Echoes of a distant hollow, empty yet full.
In the end, the breeze is a songbird’s favorite hymn.
Your journey, as textured as the forgotten dusk.
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