It begins with a gentle hum, a melody only heard by those who dare to pause amidst the chaos. The legends fade in and out like static on an old television set, each pixel a fragment of a story forgotten. Here lies the truth, a whisper in the ether: myths are more than tales; they are echoes of what once was, resonating through the silence like ghosts in an abandoned playhouse.
The glitch in the fabric of reality reveals itself during moments of stillness. They see it—those who listen closely—flickers of past lives, shadows of creatures that no longer roam the Earth, woven into the tapestry of time like old photographs in sepia tones.
To walk through these pixelated dreams is to understand the language of silence. A language spoken in the heartbeat of the universe, where every pause carries the weight of untold stories.
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