In the shadow of the sandwave, the notes linger, a fabric of echoes weaving mirage into sound. The wind, a chorus of forgotten operas, hums in hues no eye can see.
Encrypted within the ordinary, the cipher sleeps. Listen, for it whispers tales of the unsaid—an opera of concealed melodies, a resonance of scattered dreams.
The true path, not always trodden, lies beneath the decoy ship. Its sails, a blindfold to those who seek with closed eyes. Decode the rhythm, dance with the mirage.
As dusk falls, the horizon blurs—a palette of phantasm and possibility. Step through the veil, where reality quivers like a distant aria, longing yet unclaimed.
Beyond the curtain, a stage of stars awaits, yet unseen, where the final act of the night unfolds. Will you remember the song of the mirage, or will it fade with dawn's light?
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