Once, in the heart of a pale sunbeam, dreams danced their dusk waltz. They shattered into a thousand colors, each more radiant than the last. Kaleidoscope whispers echo in the crevices of night, where shadows become tapestries woven with golden distortions.
In cracks of the infinite curtain, spectra of the unseen, there lies a rebirth—a silent roar of obliterated visions reclaiming their throne. The horizon undulates like a sleeping sea, sighing with the language of stars.
The wind hums its forgotten lullaby across time's shattered terrace, where reality blends with abstraction, and the dance continues—endless, fluttering resumes in the corridors of dream.
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