Perpetual ticking of obscured reveries—a trickle of sand melded with echoes, intertwining yet distinct
Words echoed through bright hallucinations, no time is lost within the ravenous grasp of contrast.
Inchaote delusions unite in this void of distorted nostalgia; earthly root systems weaving through warped metaphysical landscapes. Submission or rebellion? Choose wisely.
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