In the valley of whispers, shadows dance in silver light. The clockwork angel stands still.
Encoded in silence: Elysium falls, yet the stars weep not.
Time fragments linger between dreams.
A name forgotten, but echoes fade only to return.
The last ember of dusk, a memory of unspoken words.
Decrypt FurtherThe horizon bleeds colors unseen.
The chair by the window waits.
Somewhere, a melody plays—faint, distorting reality.
An echo resounds in a hollow heart.
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