In the cavernous underbelly of forgotten dreams, whispers trace their way along corridors of moth-eaten velvet.
The sky's ink pours silently, forging silver trails upon the surfaces of whispering lakes, where the moon bows to the echo of yesternight's sighs.
Here lie the mirrored reflections, cloaked in a shroud of ink—their names carved in twilight, untouched by dawn's embrace.
Do you see them? The shadows that dance best unseen, behind your eyelids, in the recesses of thought.
As curtains part in a theatre long since abandoned, shadows perform their symphony, a dirge in the key of longing, echoing through the stained-glass of your mind.
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