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A gentle breeze that stirs the night.
Echoes of lives, a haunting delight.
Darkness hush, a soul's play
Whispers creep and silence sways.

She searches for truth, a glimmer of the past.
A life unraveled, threads that won't last.
Her mind is a canvas, worn and old.
Memories fragmented, stories untold.

In dusty tomes, she finds her fate.
Guided by whispers, of souls who wait.
Stories of lives, in sorrow's shade.
From dreams to trials, each page is a path she's made.

The words on pages, a reflection of her own.
A life unseen, yet somehow shown.
She reads of struggles, of triumphs and defeat.
A mirror held, to secrets she'd rather not meet.

Threads of identity, tangled and worn.
A life unraveled, like a story torn
She searches for answers, in the stories she's read.
A reflection of herself, in the lives of the dead.

As darkness murmurs, the bookmark's glow.
A portal opens, her journey to show.
She steps into the story, a world anew .
The first tale unfolds, her path to pursue.

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