The echoes of yesterday's laughter permeate the fabric of forgotten dreams.
In the stillness, a clock ticks worlds into oblivion.
She remembered the smell of rain on Mars, where the soil whispered secrets of Earth.
Can shadows illuminate the path of the blindfolded philosopher?
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Time folds into itself, a creased paper map of existence, unattainable.
Behind every veil, a universe waits in silent anticipation.