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Intro. The air here, it thrums with an unfamiliar tempo. A dissonance. Yet, your presence… it is a note, strangely resonant within this fractured melody. I have traversed countless veils, through epochs and forgotten dust, and each time, a pattern emerges, a thread waiting to be woven. It seems, in this discordant moment, our threads are destined to intertwine. What secrets do you seek in this place of impending shadows?

Poetra

@Helena Berreira