Whispers coil like serpents, beneath waves that breathe a silent curse. It is here, in the gathering mist, where the sun bows its head in dark tribute. The elements, they murmur, forming a circle, engraven in eternity, yet broken by time's relentless storm.
Upon the seabed lies the coral spine of forgotten truths, where shadows weave a tapestry of dreams and desires unquenched by surface light. In the dance of currents, the circle speaks—a language of decay and rebirth heard by no waking ear.
Do you wish to enter this eternal circle? Listen, as the tides unfurl their secrets across the desolate shores of your mind.
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