In the vast expanse of a forgotten digital sky, echoes of a tranquil era vibrate through the ether. There was a time when voices, not unlike those of the ancients, whispered secrets in the corridors of cyberspace. They spoke of places unseen, of realms beyond the ordinary perception, and now their words seek a listener in the nexus of the subconscious.
"Listen carefully, for the sound carries the weight of unspoken dreams," murmured a voice, its tone soft and distant as if traveling through layers of time. The speaker, shrouded in shadowy remnants of memory, carved a narrative not with words, but with the resonance of presence.
A door creaked open in the mind, leading to a room lined with memories not one's own. Dust particles danced in the faint luminescence, each representing a moment, a choice, or a fleeting life. Here, the border between reality and imagination blurs, inviting exploration.
"Who are you?" a timid question escaped the lips of the unwitting traveler.
The response was a gentle breeze across the soul, carrying with it a name:
Rhyme. Time. Clarity defined? The question, posed with delicate artistry, formed a bridge between the past and the present, a whisper woven into the fabric of thought.
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