In the echoing rooms where time eschews clarity, fragments cling to the mist; puzzle pieces long absent now converge in serendipity.

The clock hesitates—a curious amalgamation of splintered antiquities and misaligned epochs etches its mark on the wall where shadows dance to the syncopated rhythm of yesterday's dreams.

Can you hear the sigils whisper—beneath thaw’s sepulcher, where words veiled in enigma whisper of longing?

Prelude, each page creaks under whispers of time;
Surreal dusk settles—over latticed illusions
Perhaps horizons exist not, left in tones deserted —
Follow echoes through corridors, follow grains forgotten
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