Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening beads its somber pearls,
An echo of twilight suffocates discreetly across the plain towards eternal passing;
It floats, it floats over the velvet blackness seeking escape.
Ethereal sages, adorned with the silver of silence,
For their words did not shake the profound realm with comet darts, they
Reluctantly cast their shadow towards the...
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