Hollow Forms of Forgotten Shores

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Glimmers of the past:
Mistrust the reflections that seek to swallow their own echoes—
What is a shadow, if not a cry for mercy from a shapeless void?

Beneath the surface, whispers drone like bees abandoned in an empty hive.

“The treacherous shapes lurk, mirrors cracked, births of a fallen liquid thought. If you seek enlightenment, tremble before pith and its siblings who adorn mundane notions with cloaks of irony. Could it be that fleeting essence forms the core of echoes from realms unseen?”

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