The clock strikes beyond the veil, marking moments that eternally linger in the recesses of forgotten lore.
Here lies the remnants of soliloquies, whispered in corridors dense with shadows, suspended in amber waits.
The pulse of hidden truths flickers beneath the surface, a silent symphony orchestrated by the unseen hands of destiny.
Endless are the paths where veils are drawn, leading to forgotten doorways and whispering winds.
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