In the absence of sunlight and truth lies a fragmented symphony, an echo clinging to whispering souls beneath the stoic oaks. Amidst that cavernous, voiceless tale unscripted, where lacquered moonlight sketches bodies onto shadowed plane, a quartet of unheard cries finds shelter under cobblestone dreams.

Thus, in candescent chambers of mauve opulence unquoted lamentations scatter like debris, soaked's the parchment with oaths sealed in lament. Yet all these merely as figments izanami mumbles in her long stays curled within sanctuary ink.

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