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The Echoes of Unanswered Wishes
A moonless night blankets thoughts, weaving echoes into silent symphonies. Each note bathed in shadows, lingering on lips sealed with secrets.
The gothic structure of desires — a maze of whispering walls, standing on foundations of old ink and fading echoes. Questions pour like rain, never touching the ground.
The night cries with the voiceless; their lullabies static, tracing patterns in the air, until they dissolve into the mist of forgotten realms.