ECHOED SILENCE
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- Опубліковано 10 вер 2024
- @mareedemarco2493
The Foggy Mirror
The world was a distorted reflection, a hall of mirrors where nothing quite lined up. In this strange house, a child existed as a whisper, a ghost haunting the edges of rooms. The music that emerged from this child's soul was like a fogged-up mirror, reflecting a world that was both familiar and utterly alien.
It was a soundscape of shadows, where melodies were elusive as smoke rings. The rhythm was a heartbeat muffled by cotton wool, a steady thrum that hinted at a life beneath the surface. The overall tone was one of longing, a haunting echo in an empty cathedral. It was as if the child was searching for their own reflection in the music, a desperate attempt to find clarity in a world of enigma.
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