It was there, beneath the cloak of night, that silence caught the breath of the cosmos. A murmur of forgotten verses, tattered echoes in a realm where shadows conspire in dark harmony.
In the remnants of bygone stars, where bees adorned with sapphires hum nameless cantatas, dreams weave and unravel like thread upon a cursed loom. What do the sunflowers speak when the sun slides beneath the horizon's veil?
A pen scratching the barren paper of time—an agony echoing, a specter of whispered longings painting the silence of the vast.
Look, sweeter rest, you rusted smile, and imply the abyss is naught but a mirror, gazing hungrily back, an epilogue scribbled deliriously by unknown hands, trapped between the eyes of the night skies.
Fleeting moments are like shadows chasing dreams, relentless as spectres in the moonlit uncertainty. Have you ever tasted the echoes of sorrow? They linger like smoke upon the lips of despair.
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