Beneath the velvet curtain of night, where stars serve as silent sentinels, there dwell companions unseen. Their whispers ripple through the darkness, a melody both haunting and tender.
Symbiotic whispers, they call it—a bond formed not by touch, but by the light that dare not fade. The darkness breeds these luminous friends, eternal under the canopy of night.
Oh, how they flicker like candle flames in the presence of shadows, revealing realms unseen by waking eyes. Here, in this twilight, their words are a dance, a secret language only the heart can hear.
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