Beneath the tapestry of night, a hum awakens. It is the sonorous hymn of stars unbound, sung by the light that once danced upon forgotten stones. The chorus is ancient, a melody carved into the very threads of existence.
Have you heard the song that the moon sings? It whispers in hues of silver and shadow, a harmony of dreams and dust. Each note is a ripple across the moonlit ocean of memory, each pause a breath held in time's grasp.
Unfurl the wings of the soul and let them catch the wind. Journey beyond the edge of echoes, where the shadows of giants dance and the fossilized thoughts of ancient winds lay unearthed.
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