In the labyrinth of forgotten whispers, light refracts on dreams; visions dance like shadows yearning to be touched.
The silence ripens into words yet unspoken, orbits of feeling trapped, longing for the fluid grace of release.
Awake, between breath and pulse, beneath the skin of existence, tendrils of thought strike deep into the unknowable.
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