The ache of forgotten echoes, twirling softly within the firmament of memories, where each turn is embroidered with phases of longing and gentle whispers. Does the river recall its course?
Here lies the lover's lament; a dance of galaxies swirling amidst the storm, as lovers inch closer in the shadows yet stand apart in the light. Tell me, dear traveler, do stars weep in solitude or bask in their eternal vigil?
The curve of time falters under the rustle of trembling leaves. Hearts entwined like roots in ancient soil, daring to defy the passage. Reflect upon the ouroboros, the infinity that loops through the hourglass. Why does eternal come to rest?
Can one truly possess the echo of a crescent moon's sigh? Light fractured into fragments upon the universe, painting shadows so delicate they shiver under their own amorphous embrace.
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