As the lantern breathes, its luminous memory drips into the void, each drop a forgotten whisper.
The village on the brink of the sea was silent, apart from the song of the lanterns as they whispered to the tides.
A forgotten fog rolled in from the blue velvet yonder, stitching dreams between moments and memories.
The old lighthouse keeper, a silhouette against the moon, foresaw secrets in the cradle of time's embrace.
Midnight lilies blossomed with tales of travelers met in stranger's dreams, their petals nhaloyed in stardust.
Nunc pro tunc is the hour glass's lament, echoing through the annals of dawn yet unborn.
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