Deep Whispers
In the silence, a clock ticks divisions of eternity, weaving dreams into the fabric of void.
Starlight finds itself trapped within tin-bound minds, whispering secrets only night understands.
Anguished lullabies arise from the silence of oxidized metal, forgotten in its cruel waking routine.
In the mind's bazaar, wonders gather mute, their tales heavy with whisperings of untold regrets.
The alignment of gears under a waxing moon speaks volumes of untraveled labyrinths within.
Doors to other minds open, creaking with the weight of whispered dreams. Step not too boldly, for they may linger...
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