"In the folds of the autumn night, a candle murmured tales of solitude. Serenitatis, my weary soul, it beckoned. A tempest kept us company, swirling leaves dancing like ancient spirits."
Continue to the unspoken path..."Upon the frost-tipped lily, a dewdrop held the universe captive. Variables vanishing, time dissolved; reality unwove into an embrace of eternal nocturnum.
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