The foliage whispers my name, but I cannot remember it. Startled reflection of stars in forgotten wells speak louder truths that echo through empty halls. Beneath the twilight sun, I walk a path drawn in sand, disappearing with each breath.
Do you seek the door to unknowing? Or chase murmurs from unseen lips, vanishing into the crevices of thoughts?
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