An echo of soft whispers, carried by the wind. Shadows converge at the edge of the known, where the light dares not tread. Here lies the horizon untouched, an invitation to wander beyond reason.
"Do you see them too?" they ask, the figures woven from dusk itself. Their voices, like a forgotten melody, drift into the twilight. It's a place where time forgets its purpose, and serenity embraces the restless spirit.
In this realm, a question hangs in the air, unspoken yet palpable. What do you seek? An answer emerges as a reflection, cast in the shimmering dance of starlight. The shadows know, for they have witnessed the unfolding of dreams.
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The shadows offer a guiding hand shadows-in-the-sky.html, their embrace warm and knowing, as they weave through the labyrinth of thought.