In a realm veiled by the shadows of time, where whispers embrace the wind, stands the obelisk, a silent guardian of stories untold. Amongst the dust of ancient stars, its figure entwines with the droplet echoes of celestial serenades, crafting an eternal sonnet of stone and stardust.
Passionate winds sweep over its surface, tracing tales of lovers long past, their spirits dancing in the cosmic ballet above. Each etched line a brushstroke of yearning, a curve of devotion fashioned by the hands of unknown artists, now lost to the embrace of time's gentle hand.
As the dusk descends, the sky unfurls its tapestry of dreams, and the obelisk stands watch, an eternal witness to the cosmic waltz. The air thickens with the scent of forgotten romances, lingering like the soft caress of a lover's whispered vow.
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