Among the lights and shadows, in the transition zone, the illusion dances in the stillness of the night.It creates its magical spectacle in the age-old spirit, creating a beauty suspended in the imagination.The mysterious lyric shakes our hearts, like a window to a world beyond reality, unaware.In this world, images are woven like mysteries, revealing only a partial, twitching truth.
Darkness subjugated to light merges into thoughts, unraveling subjugated mysterious schemes of the illusory world.But while we succumb to the temptation of magic, the worry about nothing to reveal this sweet dream.The illusion, like a glass figure, unravels before us, leaving only traces of a wonderful and vanishing imagination.And yet, from the remains of illusion, we keep drops of this beauty in our souls.Because in them, in the lost dreams and bright paths, the illusion discovers its true and deep essence.
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