At the Edge of Light Waves, lie stories of birth and eternal stillness. This spectrum-colors piercing space, dividing time-becomes a silent melody in constant harmony. We are but witnesses to the cosmic spectrum, endlessly narrating a harmony that reaches far beyond our understanding.
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We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still