When the stars fell silently, the sea sang lullabies to the ghosts of the sky.
Threads of silver tangled between the echoes, weaving stories of forgotten realms.
In the depths, where light dares not graze, shadows execute their endless waltz.
Time traced circles in the void, a clock unwound narrating silent novellas.
Echo dances, eternal and ephemeral, unravel beneath the murmuring tides.
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