The walls breathe softly, inhaling secrets of forgotten echoes, exhaling silent storms. Each moment is a fracture, creating a prism of memories that reflect a world within worlds, collapsing and expanding.
Within the crevices, time folds upon itself, a fabric woven by the hands of the unseen. Somewhere in the distance, a clock ticks, counting moments lost and moments found. Do you hear it?
Trust in the collapse, for it reveals the pattern within chaos, the order within destruction. In the end, all walls are temporary, a façade against the tide of time. And in this truth lies freedom.
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