Fading whispers across decades, a melody entangled in shadows...
The tram comes, like a forgotten lullaby, rattling through memories, crossing the footpath of unseen stars.
Thin strands of jasmine meanwhile bid farewell to forgotten evenings, as echoes resonate through time's hollow halls.
Strange ghosts of piano keys await your touch—cautious and brimming with remnants of laughter.
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Six notes stretch beyond the horizon, Adrift within the obscured stratosphere.