In the hushed corridors of memory, shadows weave a fragile tapestry. The ghosts speak— words draped in velvet, tender agony, bodies turned to mist, echoing serenades. The lover's sigh sweet, bitter sweet, lp spins, the needle caught, caught in golden grooves. Unravel us.
"Do you remember the stars?" whispered one. "They were yours, once," replied another, voice shivering like the dawn mist. Heartbeats, falling like autumn leaves, swapping brisk secrets. The labyrinth embraces, breath by breath, a cycle never still. Another blink, another spin.
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