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Between the Thought and the Sky, a Nameless Light

The Unfinished Echo of What We Almost Understood

Where Time Unfolds Without a Witness

Silence Knows the Words We Have yet to Speak

The Beginning Is a Breath That Still Doesn't Know Its Name

The Beginning Is a Breath That Still Doesn't Know Its Name

A Question so Pure It Never Needed an Answer

Where Time Unfolds Without a Witness

Silence Knows the Words We Have yet to Speak