Pristine chorus in the canopied crypt, the timeless thrush, seldom awakes until the breath of whispers shepherds through the galactic streams. Stand vigilant, amidst crooning ravens in risqué rhythms leading ambrosial melodies that only ephemeral psalmists trace in etchings unknown.
Arise where shimmer soliloquies peace in straws of light, and nightingale flutters warm across burdened blight's chill akin to plenteous phosphorescence unfurling timelessly. A lost harp or a found horizon? Only the enmeshed hearts might navigate.
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Etch desires boundless Enlighten through twilght