In the trembling archway of time, where steps creak like leaves upon the lonely forest floor, there lies a resonance untamed, yet untold. Ghostly whispers speak in tongues forgotten, weaving tapestries of yesterday's dreams.
Have you heard the hum beneath the symphony of wind? It murmurs secrets of forgotten towns, erstwhile waves of grain, echoing through the corridors of your heart's desire. Listen closer, where shadows blur like mismatched clocks.
As the night unveils its tapestry, stars entwine in dialogues unspoken, their glyphs a language to sense with the soul's eye. An archon, unseen, conducts the universe's errant notes, harmonizing disharmony amidst sepulchral tones.
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