In the dim light of waxen thoughts, I ponder. Not sure if the shadows dance or if..
Figures emerge from the corners, etched in something beyond understanding. Perhaps...
Do they whisper secrets of a forgotten time? Or maybe it's just... me lost in
the midst of swirling introspection, uncertain how the past echoes in the wax, forming
layers, melting under the weight of memories. It's like a fogged window, through which...
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