There are paths spotted with ancient ink, misplaced orphans of contemplation dance upon them.
The whisper of stars forms unspoken journeys, and crowns turn to dust under contemplation's mild paw.
The empty labyrinths spiral, unseen purpose lurks under their arches, claiming shards of passing time.
Into the abyss of understanding they drop, heralding the edges of equations etched in autumn's shivering bark.
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