In chambers darker than midnight, the fragments of existence intertwine with the remnants of lost sensation. A phantom limb wails in silence—where was it once, and where is it now?
Pale echoes fill the void as shadows dance, wrapped in the chilling embrace of their own mischief. The fingers of mist struggle against memory's chains, leaving trails of longing across a canvas of despair.
“Did you feel it?” murmurs a voice, its vastness lost among the cobwebs of time, as though an ancient truth sought solace in the stillness of forgotten regrets. The night feasts on murmurs, and the heart aches for what it can never hold.
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