echo of remnants
in a forgotten corner of the world, time left its marks, but no one stayed to remember. a
discarded object, a worn fabric, a fleeting moment—all left behind, yet still gracefully alive in the quiet hum of absence.
echo of remnants
in a forgotten corner of the world, time left its marks, but no one stayed to remember. a
discarded object, a worn fabric, a fleeting moment—all left behind, yet still gracefully alive in the quiet hum of absence.
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