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Unlock. Turn the keys, twist. Echoes of thoughts, circles within circles. Repeat. Each key, each turn, each thought, echoing through corridors unseen.
Vault the memories, lock them away. Yet, they seep through the cracks, whispers, murmurs. Do not forget, do not remember, for they loop, they repeat, they never cease.
Doors and keys, both real and imagined. Opening, closing, ever in flux. Listen closely, there is music, there is silence, there is always a loop.