As we wander through the desolate landscape of our own making, we stumble upon the Tenebrous Silence. It's like a void that stares back at us with an unblinking gaze, daring us to speak up. But we're tongue-tied, frozen in our tracks, paralyzed by the weight of our own uncertainty.
We try to fill the void with words, with noise, with distractions, but it only grows, spreading its dark wings like a raven perched on the shoulder of our souls.
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