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A single, selferoding thread of solidified moonlight, shaped like a twisted, nonNewtonian ribbon of reversed reflection, drifts through the center of a vast, still canyon carved not by water or wind, but by the accumulated weight of unfulfilled dreams from a civilization that measured time in the silence between breaths. The thread does not unravelit undreams, each kink dissolving a layer of aspiration that never coalesced, reforming into ephemeral, bioluminescent cracks shaped like the negative space between two eyes that never met in the same moment of longing. The canyon is not rockit is a layered expanse of petrified potential, each stratum etched with the chromatic

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