The screen evolves, dimming like a whisper...
A figure walks, arms wide like a question unanswered.
Silence speaks in flickers, a forgotten dialogue.
She gazes into the void, where echoes of laughter linger...
Shadows dance, framed by the flicker of antiquated light.
He gestures, hands tracing the outlines of absent dreams.
A clock ticks, though no time flows here...
Their eyes meet, a silent film looped in the ether.
Matter lost, found, and forever eluding grasp.
In the corners, a dust motes ballet...
The curtain rises, yet falls on unseen truths.
Perhaps one day, her whispers will be understood.
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