In the forgotten languages of night's embrace, where dreams weave reality from threads unseen, the air hangs heavy with stories unsaid.
The veritable parchment of existence is unfurled beneath the azure canopy, a tapestry of yesteryears and tomorrows, stitched by the hand of oblivion.
The verses in the wind speak of unwritten tapestries ensconcing the soul's most secretive atriums. Listen closely, for they are the harmonics of the waking void.
A lonesome moth flutters along the mirage of forgotten verandas, tracing paths through stardust, an elegy played upon its wings too soon for those asleep.
Find solace amidst the murmurs of the ancients as they traverse the winding dances of past and future, renewing a covenant with silence and the endless sky.
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