Step softly, my love, into the cascades of silence. Between the left-winged echo and the right-handed whisper, you will find a door made of voice and heartstring. Gaze into the mirrorless puddle at the center, then turn three-clockwise stars until the moon unwinds its woven shroud. Only then will you remember what was never forgotten.
"Remind me to forget the way that never was..."
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