The remnants of our forgotten yesterdays trail like ashes on an unlit dawn.
What ember passion burns beneath the cold stone of time's embrace? Do visions of a past yet-undreamt flicker in the shadows of decaying palaces?
In this world swallowed by twilight, every whispered promise is a ghost, begging to be remembered in the chill of night.
And in those echoes, do we hear our own sighs, woven with threads of velvet darkness?
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