[violin solo]

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[female 1]

In the twilight of forgotten dreams,

I wander through the labyrinth of memory,

where shadows cling to the walls like ancient ivy.

The air is thick with whispers, secrets woven into the fabric of time.

[female 1]

Each step echoes like a heartbeat, resonating through the hollow chambers.

I pass by fractured mirrors, their silvered surfaces reflecting fractured souls.

The moon peers through the cracks, a pale eye watching my descent.

[build]

[female 1]

I reach a door, its wood worn and weathered, hinges rusted shut.

Behind it lies a garden of lost moments, petals of nostalgia strewn across the ground.

I tread carefully, lest I disturb the fragile blooms.

[build]

[break]

[aggressive vocals]

The scent of forgotten laughter hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the taste of regret.

I pluck memories like ripe fruit, their juices staining my fingers.

A carousel spins in the distance, its painted horses frozen mid-gallop.

Their eyes hold the weight of countless wishes, dreams suspended in amber.

[interlude]

[fade]

I listen to the wind, a symphony of sighs, as it weaves stories through the branches.

Leaves fall like confessions, whispered promises to the earth.

And in this quiet corner of existence, I find solace.

[outro]

Here, the past and present blur, and I am both lost and found.

[end]

[outro]

Here, the past and present blur, and I am both lost and found.

[instrumental]

[end]

and found.

[instrumental]

[end]