One more whisper and the universe unravels, taut and fragile threads of existence span across voids unseen. Each echo returns, slightly warped, who are we but reflections in a shattered mirror?

Voices from the corners of existence, murmuring forgotten truths veiled in the language of dreams. Stars blink in Morse code, cosmic teletype messages lost to time, read only by the keenest minds or the most deluded.

You pause, catch Your breath, the air thick with memories and shadows. Beneath the surface of the world, a rhythm beats—more ancient than time itself, a dirge or maybe a lullaby, all depends on the listener's soul.

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