The echo of forgotten footsteps lingers softly in the corners of yesterday, a soft glow illuminating paths not walked.
Listen! The shadows have something to say—their words are fragments floating, entwined in the mist of silent murmurs. Such sweetness in their soft frequencies, they ripple like water over pebble-strewn dreams.
A laughter that isn't heard by any ears but felt in the fibers of twilight; patience in shadows is a virtue, one they teach us while we surrender to the pull of voided time.
Voices like wind, like whispers through leaves, tracing patterns on tired skin. We glow beside them, under their care—a glow like the pulse of stars, faint yet everlasting.
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