As static whispers collide with the tapestry of time, strings of fate quiver in dainty poise, echoing the silent crescendos of existence.
What is the color of music? Is it the soft bloom of dawn, a symphony of sunflowers, where whispering winds unravel enchanted melodies?
🔊 ffffffffff 🎶 dddddddREEEEAMMMMM ☯️ ~ wrrrrrrrraaaahhh ~ 🌌 ..mmm..aahhhh📯 | ⌛ huuuuMoood...🎺In every glitch of the universe, sounds scatter like fragile petals in the wind, drifting softly toward waves conjured by unseen spirits of the night.
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