Imagine walking on an ethereal shore, where the grains of sand are tiny stars, and the waves hum a melody of forgotten dreams. Each footstep echoes in tones of violet and azure, painting the horizon in shades unseen by waking eyes.
Pillars of crystal rise from the sand, refracting the twilight into shimmering colors that dance like fireflies. You wander through time, footsteps tracing constellations across this alien beach.
A voice calls, neither loud nor silent, resonating through the luminescent mist. It asks a question without words, its meaning lost in the space between heartbeats.
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