In the aspects of existence, shadows dance with finesse, vestiges of light play coyly beneath flickering flames. Echoes linger, each a silent witness to a reality peeled back, further exposing the void. Did light ever touch the shadow, or did it skip mockingly away?
Behold the unseen realm, where consciousness breaks at the retrieval of dreams. Separated threads weave a tale through the crevices of thought and one might wonder: What winks at dusk? In darkness, do become unseen neighbors or bright strangers—you choose.
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