The shadows whisper stories of bygone eras.
The clock sings, albeit off-key, its tunes echoing in the walls of an abandoned dream. Did you see it dance? The clock hands pirouetted in joyous defiance.
A relic found under ancient dust—a digital specter flickers.
"Tomorrow's memories in today's footprints, a resonance of broken timepieces..."
The sky bends to accommodate its own reflection, a mirage distorted by enthusiasm. What once was a horizon is now a playground for forgotten glares.
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