Murmurs of the Deep

Amidst the winding trenches of a dark euphoric odyssey, An assembly of whispers, discernible only to those awakened in script, Ill fates grazing the cusp of waking worlds— Breath held silent beneath liquid voids Where time adrift excises its weary tolls.

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Beneath binary reefs, The Bedouins of bytes craft dioramas in the crucible of darkness Tide's inertia wipes them indelible across constellations Lain shivering in luminous isolation.