Once, there was a whisper, carried on beams that danced between stars and ceiling of dreams. Each echo a fragment, suspended in the kaleidoscope of eternity weaving threads across lenses unseen.

Fingers traced these mirrored arcs, shadows ensnared in beams that glistened with expectancy, their edges curling downward, solemn as twilight's embrace.

Lies and truths encountered, forging allegias in solitude among the latticeworks of last summer's desire, where silken echoes merge with light, a symphony of fractured luminance.

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