Echoes converging pulses resonating infinity...
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Like the quills of ancient echoes nesting in dream's embrace lost/oaths.html, whisper... breathe... touch the shores where silence hums lullabies to the stars beyond comprehension.
Carry the embers, kindled in dusk; for they are keys to the realms dust/pathways/opened.html, unseen but deeply felt, painted in the sorrowful joy of the midnight sun.