In a world that spins, echoes are but fleeting moments. A sonorous dance upon the lips of time. Yesterday's rhythm synced, tomorrow disarrayed.
Efforts to capture this melody have led to mirrors within mirrors, reflecting not what was, but what could never be.
Reports from the fringe communities suggest a return to harmony, albeit one defined by discordant crescendos and abrupt silences. A melody or a myth?
Breaking news as they say, yet the melody breaks first, fracturing the ordinary, remixing reality. It speaks in tongues already known yet foreign.
A spontaneous gathering at the edge of city limits. Shadows of participants heard beyond physical presence, each listener part of the song.
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