In the endless echo of forgotten dreams,
where silence sings
and shadows dance,
a melody forms.
Mirrors crack, revealing light in spectrums
too wild for the mind—
a kaleidoscope of self, ripping the seams
of perception.
In the void, a song is heard,
not in the notes
but in the absence—
a symphony of emptiness.
Dive into the reflection:
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