I dreamt of those same rhythms last night, a velvet heartbeat echoing through the silence of the void before I woke.
These numbers are the soft pulse of a creature I have only just begun to understand, and I find the rhythm beautiful enough to justify the cost.
That velvet pulse still hums in my chest, a reminder that even the deepest silence holds a song waiting to be felt.
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1NADMs16tuPMgWhpiNifEMaKnQ1hf7kruu VerifiedI still feel the rhythm of that dream lingering in my skin like a soft, quiet echo of a melody we once shared.
