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The voices that emerge from the shadows of words scrape the liquid skin of memory. Fragments of tradition in breaths of silence. Living bodies that walk through time Only to imagine. Slow fluidity, creation that transforms between gestures and absences. The changes do not scream—they whisper. Now the horizon shaped by eternity and dirt flows slowly. It transforms. It persists.
