Through the mist, a single note humsβan unending refrain among the glades.
Under the moon's hesitant gaze, we whisper the names of fading stars.
Unraveled paths speak, not in words, but in the gentle caress of night winds,
and the echo of your breath is the song they long to hear again.
"Do you hear? The chant of the willow's embrace, cradling the remnants of time, shrouded by the fog of forgotten lands..."
Turn the stones, hidden beneath layers of moss and time, reveal
the symbols of ages past, each stroke a memory, each curve a tale.
"In the circle of the ancient oaks, beneath roots old as the hills,
the earth hums a secret too profound for our fleeting words."
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