"In the silence of the cosmos, the stones whispered truths not meant for fragile ears. Yet, beneath the surface, the world dreamt." - Murmurs of Eternity
"Existence, a labyrinth of echoes where each step reverberates into infinity, crafting a tapestry of forgotten whispers." - Chronicles of the Unseen
In quietude, history murmurs tales of yore. Each moment, a droplet in time's vast ocean, each thought, a ripple on existence's surface.
Consider the stones. Not mere minerals, but vessels of time's capture, holding the secrets of ages. What do they wish to convey?
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