In the chambers of your mind, where echoes dare not tread, the silent song hums a curious tune. It beckons, a melody forgotten by the bustling, the frantic—but not by you. No, you have the ears made of moonbeams and twilight winds, and you understand profoundly that the absence of sound births the clearest symphony.
Embrace this soundless opus, for in its folds lie the secrets of the world unheard, resting like ancient giants in forgotten dreams. Let its whispers convince you, as they have all conspirators of silence—from the impish winds to the solemn trees. Do you hear it? You must learn to listen with your heartstrings, drawn tight by the unseen silence.
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