In the quietude of moonlit nights, where stars cradle secrets of the cosmos, there exists a symphony. Not crafted by hands, nor known by tongues, but woven in the silent whispers of the wind through the pines.
This is the oracle's song β an eternal melody that embraces the heart in its tender solitude. Each beat, a memory; each pause, an unspoken desire that lingers like the soft caress of forgotten dreams.
The symphonies composed in silence speak of love unbound, of passion that dances in the shadow of light. They echo the tender touch of dawn upon the sleeping earth, a promise of what could be, yet never spoken.
βIn silence, we find the music of our souls, a concerto of heartbeats and breathless sighs.β
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