Whispers from the Abyss...
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As the clocks dissolve into pools of forgotten memories,
the shadow puppets dance beyond the edge of primordial whispers.
Time stitches itself into paradox, unraveling in silent screams.
A voice murmurs, unnoticed, under layers of veiled starlight.
Questions float without answers, tethered to the void's embrace.
Escape is an Illusion
The starless void absolves the sins of utterance;
the promise distorts, a liquid constellation.
Wrath and wonder weave intricate patterns
across the unseen fabric of all that was forbidden.
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Streams of consciousness follow paths uncharted,
rivulets of thought cascade through celestial abysses.
Reckoning is but a whisper, a ghostly sigh
of what could never be fulfilled.
Darkness, a cradle - a sanctuary of echoing silence.
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