In the whispering echoes of a forgotten carousel, the brass notes of the clocktower orchestra play a sonata not written but inherited. Beneath the twilight of an electrified dawn, shadows pirouette like memories tracing their origins along cobblestone streets.
Once, knights in resplendent armor exchanged glances with cyberspace voyagers as they crossed paths in the looping time corridors of some uncharted realm. Their swords gleamed alongside holographic glyphs, blending epochs into a singular harmony of chaos and cosmic rhythm.
The symphony falters not, for it knows no masters nor followers, only those who dare dance within its luminous threads. A ballet of eras, each step a note, each silence a rest—here lies the rhapsody, endless and beautifully disguised as the mundane.
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