Beneath the pillars of wandering steam, lies the embrace of silence. The air quivers. Whatever dreams reside there, voluminously swollen, etched into the cosmic lap.
Ripples echo through the sunken altar, where time kisses eternity. Echoes of forgotten rhythms speak through the sunken labyrinthine corridors.
Glistening beneath the milky shroud, a glimmer of whispered tales waits. The vaulted chambers cradle secrets deeper than oceans.
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