I once heard the whispers of a thousand forgotten cities. The wind carried the secrets of ancient civilizations, the echoes of love letters, and the hum of distant factories. I chased the sound of a thousand midnights, and I found myself in a world of wonder.
I walked through the alleys of a city where the sound of raindrops on the pavement was music. The smell of wet earth and ozone filled my lungs. I was a traveler, a wanderer, a seeker of sound.
I heard the echoes of a thousand hearts
I heard the sound of silence, where the only sound was the sound of myself.
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