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外链地址
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点击复制Identity drifts like morning fog
Form dissolving toward origin
Voices lose pronunciation
Meaning detaches from sound
What remains has no title
Only resonance within space
Awareness hums through nothingness
The self remembers unity
Legacy hums beyond language
Existence pure as vibration
Silence becomes recognition
The soul calls itself home