In the land of questionable decisions, there emerged the Whispered Song: an enigmatic melody promising untold answers. It travels through moments like a detective story, spinning whispers into curses wrapped in robes of snarky irony. Yet who are we to disagree with ancient polyphonic memes?
Segments of the song echo in the quiet uncertainty:
Be wary of the ink-black umbrella, shielding none but the oblivious acolytes. “Footsteps echo in reverse,” they say, even when said footsteps are opting for sequins over sensible shoes.
Pursue the mystery through the reflective corridors:
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