Beneath the surface of a mind swirling with iridescent thoughts, the soul spills bioluminescence into the deep crevices of forgotten mirrors. Shadows dance like whispers and echoes of yesterday's rain. Each drop a tiny universe, refracting light into chaos, like fish that swim through electric dreams.
Skies reversed hang low in the corridors of perception, where dreams curve and bend around the edges of reality. Neon forests breathe softly, casting a glow over pathways made of liquid time. We walk on, tracing steps through moments that never were, or perhaps never will be.
In the heart of this suspended paradox, echoes unfurl—a tapestry woven by the invisible weavers of destiny. Every thread a story, every knot a pause, breathing in unison with the silence that echoes through the caverns of consciousness. The tapestry whispers secrets known only to the unspoken.
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