The stars whispered a language long forgotten, a syntax woven with threads of cosmic dust. Each word a constellation, every pause an eternity.
In dreams, reality loops in paradoxical symmetry, echoes of moments that never were, yet always are. Like the soft rustle of leaves on paths never tread.
Have you ever spoken to shadows that echo back with voices like thunder in distant valleys? Perhaps they carry messages from a time unbound.
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