Once, in a summer thick with humidity, a young girl found an amphora beneath the coral sands. It pulsed with whispers untold, lost in the static hum of city life.
Yet, the amphora was but a vessel for memories, or perhaps dreams of painted walls in unsuspecting villas.
Read the stories beneath layers of salted air and whispered foliage, their tails curling into the horizon.
Beneath the Eiffel Tower, glimpses of a stolen apple in Parisian alleys tinged in sepia arachnids weaving their webs across remorseful twilight skies.
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