The harbor shimmers with distilled echoes, castaways of tides long past. Words once adrift, now anchored in an ethereal sea. An assembly of silhouettes beneath the moonlight, whispering forgotten names.
Here, the sky bends low, a cloak of stars unraveling above. Inhale deeply, and the ether speaks, revealing the fractals of ancient stories, fragments whispering identities not yet imagined.
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