In the dim corridors of time, beneath layers of forgotten soil and skies long past, a symphony lies twisted and derelict. Whispers dance upon the wind where echoes of a spiral song once soared. The cadence of shadow and light intertwine, weaving tales of lost transmissions from depths unknown.
The abyssal melody murmurs a tune, a lamentation of the forgotten voyages across darkened seas. It is a requiem for those who dared to dream beneath the sanguine moon, searching for the song of spirals, the chronicle of eons steeped in silence.
"In every drop of rain, the symphony weeps..."
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