In the beginning, there was a silence that echoed not in emptiness but in whispers of forgotten symphonies. The clock's hands spun without purpose and walls silently muttered secrets never meant for daylight.
She wandered through rooms painted in twilight, where shadows danced in unison to a melody only they knew. This is a journey of silent sounds, she thought, each step a note in a grand composition.
Outside, the world fractured into kaleidoscopic dreams — mountains of glass, rivers of ink, and trees that whispered truths in languages lost to time.
Suddenly, the sky broke, not in thunder and storm, but in a gentle cascade of colors that defied logic and reason. The horizon blurred into eternity, and all around her, the laughter of forgotten gods rang in crystalline clarity.
What is artificial, she pondered, and what is silence? Words danced at the edge of her mind, tethered to nothing yet everything at once.
She turned, walking the path of unspoken histories, where every footfall echoed a story untold, and every heartbeat matched the rhythm of an unseen orchestra.
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