Whisper: Did you hear it, the clock ticking backwards at dawn?
Echo: I did. And the shadows danced like children on a summer night.
Whisper: What if they told us stories, those shadows? Would we listen?
Voice from the Fog: I've misplaced my shoes... again.
Unseen Friend: The lanterns must have borrowed them for their midnight stroll.
Voice from the Fog: Fair enough, I’ll wait until the sea sings them back.
Traveling Spirit: It’s always the wrong turn that leads to the right destination.
Grounded Dreamer: Are you saying that because the stars have asked you to leave?
Traveling Spirit: Perhaps, or maybe I just enjoy the scent of lost trails.
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