Upon the alien shore, new shades reveal the secrets whispered by forgotten aeons. Footsteps glide as if on plumes of velvet dusk, tracing patterns in the cool, stubborn mist. A riddle unfolds with the touch of a cold wind—sighing, slumbering, waiting as the cosmos blink.
Have you ever heard the voice beneath stone, under room-filling silence? It murmurs tales of a world suspended in the amber of eternity, floating islands sustained by shadows alone.
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