In the silent hum of existence, do the shadows blend to form a symphony of whispers? Every breath, a stitch in the vast cosmic tapestry, weaving the known with the unknowable.
Through rivers of thought, one may find the reflections of stars that have long ceased to shine yet linger in the minds of dreamers.
As time flows like molten glass, it carves the silent monoliths of truth upon which we lean, seeking shelter from the storms of oblivion.
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