In the grand bazaar of forgotten dreams, one stalls whispers of a resigned fervor. The silent recollections lurk here, in caffeine-infused regrets and expired resolutions.
Once, we thought we knew heaven... or was it the coffee shop?
Achievements and epiphanies, blinking like malfunctioning neon signs above a deserted street at midnight. Welcome, traveler, to the place where time mocks intention.
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