"In the twilight, where the shadows murmur secrets..." echoes a forgotten era. A voice, weathered like an autumn leaf, speaks of cobwebs spun across the soul. Does it remember us, who treads this path of pixels and electric whispers?
"A grain of sand, amidst an ocean of time," whispers, perhaps a prophet or a fool. The uncertainty binds like chains, gilded yet cold. The past stretches forwards, an intangible embrace, leaving us breathless.
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