From the echo of thunder, I gather my thoughts; yet, without a sound, I speak to those who listen.
I am the shadow of a whisper. Listen closely, for the light unveils nothing but an illusion.
When you look within the horizon's gaze, what you find is not the journey but the ephemeral crossroads of dreams.
I am the riddle of the skies. In between the folds of dusk, truth lays veiled in curious silence.
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