Between the fragmented mosaics of time, a shadow ponders the existence of light. It curls inwards, seeking solace in its own darkness.
Beyond the horizon of your waking mind, a dream lingers—its essence trapped, like a butterfly in a forgotten jar. Listen closely; the whispers tell tales of forgotten echoes.
"What is reality but a fleeting moment in the vast ocean of dreams?" she mused, her voice barely a breath against the encroaching silence.
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As midnight strikes in an invisible clocktower, the reverie unfolds, revealing layers of sanity peeled back by the rust of time.
In the edge of oblivion, a single thought flickers—a star in the cosmic void, yearning for touch, for warmth, for the embrace of dreams untold.
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