silent obsidian
A long time ago, on a landscape painted by shadows, there lies the fragmented remains of what once might have whispered dreams into the twilight sky.
The wind translates ethereal echoes into tales untold, of luminance locked within starlight’s grasp.
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Mysterious obsidian shores expand endlessly as horizons play tricks on weary fools' eyes.
The rhythm of a forgotten realm pulses at the heart of its silence, begging to divulge its relics to those brave enough to listen...