In the alleys of shadowed experiences, the recollections linger and dance. Sometimes it's a syllable, vibrating in the hollow of forgotten songs.
Should I trust the semblance of reality when everything oscillates in technicolor? The clock chimes three, yet it never was a time.
It whispers sweet nothings, tantalizing truths spacing endlessly in quantum loops. Do you recall? The carousel that never left the ground.
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