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“Walking through the narrow pathways of Victorian England, my footsteps echo against the cobblestones, each click a rhythm that carries me deeper into the night. Street lamps burn with a soft, wavering glow, casting long shadows that dance across the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of coal smoke, mingling with the faint perfume of damp earth after rain. In the distance, horse‑drawn carriages rattle and clang, their wheels striking sparks of memory against the streets. Every sound — the creak of leather, the hiss of lanterns, the murmur of unseen voices — becomes part of the unfolding tale, guiding me through a world where grief, belonging, and memory intertwine like threads of light and shadow.”
This fragile wick, this anchor bright, Holds steady against the storm of night. The light is scarred, but the lettering endures, The word remains, in the unwavering light. It flickers low, yet never dies, A beacon carved in shadowed skies. The ink still whispers through the flame, Each syllable recalls your name. The wax may bend, the smoke may rise, But truth is written in the eyes. A fragile map, a hidden lore, A voice that echoes evermore. The anchor hums beneath the tide, A weight that will not be denied. The flame leans east, the flame leans west, Yet still it guards the soul’s request. Through storm and silence, ash and rain, The wick repeats its soft refrain: The word endures, the word remains, Unbroken by the night’s domains.
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