In the silent corridors of fleeting time, murmurs trace the paths of star-crossed souls. Meetings, dissected by eternity, linger like echoes in the fabric of space. What becomes of those whispered secrets? They shape the gravity wells of our emotions, drawing us into their unseen embrace.
Each encounter, a ripple in the vast ocean of existence. Some crash upon shores of consciousness, while others sink into the depths of oblivion. Yet every encounter carries the weight of worlds, altering trajectories with the gentlest of touches.
Consider the smile exchanged between strangers, a microcosm of unseen ramifications. Or words forgotten, spoken in haste, that echo through time like spectral relics. In resonance, we find ourselves intertwined, dancing on the edge of gravity's pull.
Let us murmur to the universe, and let it bear witness to our silent symphony.
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