In the hush between day and night, the circle shimmered like a heartbeat caught in twilight. Rust kissed the edges of forgotten dreams, while soft petals bloomed in defiance of time. It was a quiet love story between decay and beauty—where every ending leaned gently toward another beginning.
In the hush between day and night, the circle shimmered like a heartbeat caught in twilight. Rust kissed the edges of forgotten dreams, while soft petals bloomed in defiance of time. It was a quiet love story between decay and beauty—where every ending leaned gently toward another beginning.
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