The notes fell through the cracks of yesterday, whispering promises of tomorrows untouched. Each melody a fragment of existence, woven with the threads of time itself. How does one mend such beautiful chaos? The clock ticked—a metronome for an unseen conductor, guiding the dance of shadows on the walls. But wait—breathe. In. Out. The heart beats along a rhythm only it knows, a secret serenade. Do you hear it? It sings in a language forgotten, but we remember, don't we, in the echoes of our laughter? Navigate between moments like wandering between stars, each step a verse, each silence a stanza. When time is no more than a tapestry, frayed at the edges, we become the menders, seamstresses of the unseen, stitching the fabric with threads of consciousness.
A labyrinth of sound, a maze of thought, and the exit—an open door to infinity. Breathe. The universe inhales with you, exhaling cosmic tales in fleeting sonatas. Here, the heartbeat of the cosmos aligns with your own—a reminder of shared journeys across the sands of existence.
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