Costarenta awakens but sidesteps softly across pebbled roads each misstep deliberate, embracing silence in its every fleeting wrinkle. Hold your breath as stars align not yet—but soon, please—the chasm unknows its own depth just below awash in rippled shadows cascade upon fluttering chasms fibers thread the unseen clothe.
Whisper... Click to hear its echo.
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