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"Adrift in a crepuscular phantasm, you are cradled by a yearning and an elusive likeness of yesteryears. Serenity wraps around you, yet a mute unrest lingers. Nostalgia's grip—a spectral, wistful pang—chokes the air with a gentle melancholia for the irretrievable."

Nicholas Kyle Edwards

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