Inside the absence, when every word is a ghost, I sit by the edge. The breeze murmurs prophecies in fleeting moments of clarity. Here, the world tells stories only the patient can discern, woven threads of truth and imagination.
Seven stones rest as silent witnesses around the water's edge, their surfaces smooth, tales etched unfamiliarly into their cold facades. Come close, they whisper; their presence a tether to unearthly things.
Encounters in silence—a forgotten ship drifts through layers of mist, afloat in dew-kissed memories. What life it led amidst the rusting ties, dancing with the current's lull, shall remain part of your silent introspection.
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