Whispers of the ocean in the twilight, refracting echoes of forgotten songs.
Time bends here, where clocks dissolve in the laughter of absent winds.
In the garden of silver roses, shadows dance under a crescent sun.
Voices repeated like a broken clock, they say "once upon a dream..." again and again.
The horizon melts into a canvas of unspoken colors, a mirage of memories.
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