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Name
Awake or asleep, the rings never leave me.
Description
The rings are constant now, shadows in my waking moments, vivid shapes in my dreams. They linger like a second horizon, familiar and unknown. I imagine standing atop a jagged peak, the wind tearing at my skin, and hearing the rings for the first time. Their voices won’t be words; they’ll be something stranger, something alive, threading themselves into the gaps between my thoughts.
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