in the folds of reality's immaculate design, the grass whispers forgotten dreams. beyond the door where night runs hand in hand with day, i found your name etched among stars and shadows. dragons no longer hunt the horizon, their silent wings a forgotten myth. yet here, in this spiraled corridor of light and dust, your letter found me.
relative time bends slightly as i sip from the chalice of clocks. moments drip into pools, each a universe unto itself, each ripple a call to realms untold. can you hear the laughter of ancient echoes as they loop through the ages? perhaps it is you who they laugh with. your voice, a melody too old and yet so impossibly new.
i saw the flame that fuels the end of all things flicker in your eyes tales untethered from gravity, orbiting with a grace only cosmos-kissed can endure. what sends you to wander these contours of void between spaces? choose your path carefully with guardians of the old whispers who once sang the dawn into being.
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