In the cavern of the mind, where echoes do not cease and whispers transform silence into song, there lies the solitude.
Transformation is both gentle and violent, a butterfly's shatter to flight, an astral projection of metamorphosis.
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Feathers of thought that pierce the veil of reality, offering snippets of universes untold, dreams of what could be.
The whisper listens, and the void responds, a dialogue in entropy.
In case you wish to delve deeper, in the shadow of the night:
Echoes of Shadows