The pond's surface holds secret stories, murmurs of the once-living traced into the mist.
Upon the lonely banks, shadows sit—countless whispers intended for none and all.
The entities lingering by waters deep, neither here or memory's realm, their voices fractured glass, siren echoes in moonless night.
Abscond with utmost caution, contemplate on the rays concealed behind spectral curtains. Relics of a blackened soul grasp tight the spine, casting hollow forms on emerald waters...
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