In the garden of forgotten hues, where laughter echoes in forbidden halls, we stood as echoes of our own imaginations.

A swing set of contradictions, a merry-go-round of eternal questions. Do you remember the story the sky told us yesterday?

Time melts like ice on a summer's day, yet holds us within its grasp more tightly than any lover's embrace. Tears fall when we smile, the clock whispering secrets only the stars understand.

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