Through the corridors of the unmade dreams, the echoes whisper tales of what might have been.

Do you hear the murmuring shadows in the void?
They sing in colors unseen.

The reverberation of silence touches the edge of existence.
Traveling, timeless, transcendent.

An endless ache; a lullaby in the cosmos
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The ghosts of thoughts lost in the milky haze
Remnants of light...

Step lightly through the whispers, you never know which one may answer your heart.
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The pulses of another world rhythmically throbbing
Will you dive into the shadows, or remain on this edge forever?