As shadows ooze across the ancient floors,
whispers echo within the groaning walls.
Incrementally, secrets bleed through cracks,
masked by time, digital dust, imperfections visible.
Decipher this inscription; the past murmurs below hundreds of echoes:
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Within mirrored pools of forgotten images,
a shiver creeps beneath sinews of silk,
blooms a spectral orchid thriving on dusk.