The silence breathes a life of its own, dancing on the edges of forgotten paths. Each whisper an echo, each thought a distant song. In the scattering, one's own phantom may be found, and in those darker corners, light begins to crack.
Caught between the veils of memory, fragments drift like lazy specters. Dare one embrace the reflection's embrace, when shadows seem to hold more truth than light?
Time hushed, a scattering echoed.
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