Within the cavern of day’s forgotten whispers lies the relic of your gaze.
Crumbling sepulchers cradle your imaginings—visits penned across the void.
Fleeting shadows curb the elegance of a ricocheted sigh, a celebration of absence.
A thread unwound, revealed and obscured, traces of entities dancing beyond.
This is where shadows conflate with whispers of dreams, entwine for a timeless breath.
Anchored moments bound to invisible planes hover eternally, waiting.
The lighthouses we build upon collapsing shores guide us not through light, but shadow.
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