In the creases of time, where whispers entangle with the fading light, remnants of forgotten tales hover like flickering fireflies, lost in a labyrinth of shadows.
As we wander, fractured echoes of forgotten dreams wind through our fingers, elusive and tantalizing. What remains, but a heartbeat pulsing against the sighs of the ancient trees?
Do the shadows know of the dreams they cloak? The fabric of histories unfurls, revealing evanescent truths. Where do we go when the night descends?
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