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hey say there are places where time moves in whispers, where silence holds the memory of ancient worlds — untouched by the world above. There, the air hums with unseen light, and every echo tells the story of those who came seeking stillness…
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hey say there are places where time moves in whispers, where silence holds the memory of ancient worlds — untouched by the world above. There, the air hums with unseen light, and every echo tells the story of those who came seeking stillness…
