Dive beneath the surface, where echoes of whispers linger.
There, in the fold of a twilight shroud, lie realms unvisited by the sun.
The tapestry of these shadow worlds is woven with threads of
dreams, undone and reformed through the telling of time.
Upon the surface, a mirror holds stories unspoken. When the veil thins and the air hums low, it whispers back in riddles. The reflections are not just what appears; they are shadows of echoes, remnants of forgotten pathways retraced in the night.
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