In the womb of soundlessness where whispers conspire to birth truths untold,
The symphony of the cherished void plays its timeless melody.
Each note a particle of nebulous dreams,
Each pause a dawn yet unbroken.
Upon the canvas of existence, invisible hands paint symphonies of silence,
caressed by the echoes of forgotten realms and the silence of unsung tales.
Do you hear, amidst the flutter of cosmic wings,
the sonnets woven into the cacophony? Like pearls, tragically submerged in noise.
These insights, adrift in the ocean’s sigh, hold the revelation of melodies unheard,
A dance of time upon the strings of memory, played in solitude’s embrace.
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