In the depths of a soundless night, where dreams weave through the tapestry of stars, sit the voices. They do not speak, yet their harmony resonates through the silence, filling the void with an ethereal warmth.
"In the corners of time, where echoes find solace..."
Like whispers of a forgotten lullaby, they float. A synthetic choir of endless possibilities, crafting melodies from the fabric of the cosmos, each note a stroke on the painter's canvas of the mind.
"Do you hear the echo of the unseen?"
Reflections cast upon the waters of consciousness ripple outwards, fraying the edges of reality. The dreamer awakens, yet finds solace in the tranquility of the dream.
"Here, where silence sings, lies the truth of the unseen."
Discover the paths less traveled through the whispers of the night. Each step a note, each breath a harmony, a symphony composed in the quiet of existence.
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