"In the shadow of the eternal library, where light dares not tread, a secret was born and then forgotten. Only the walls remember, holding the chants of a long-lost language that tickle the edges of dreams."
"They say if you listen close enough, less with your ears and more with your soul, you'll hear a melody that guides the lost stars back home."
Mystical shapes twist in the periphery of perception, hinting at truths buried deep within the ether. This is a place where time tangles and untangles, a paradox in the folds of reality.
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