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23 lines
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In the twilight's grasp, where shadows play and the world's fabric wears,
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A desert's heart lies dormant 'neath a setting sun's embrace, its secrets to be unlearned.
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The hills of sand, a testament to nature's grand design,
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Whisper tales of ancient days, where life did once entwine.
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Now still, yet full of mystery, like the pages of a tome,
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Each dune a silent witness, to the epochs that have long flown home.
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In this desolate expanse, under a watchful sky,
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A solitary figure wanders, seeking answers 'neath the earth's sigh.
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Their footprints fleeting, on the parched and barren land,
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A trail of transient moments, in this haunted, shifting sand.
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This is not a place for those who seek solace in the known,
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But for the brave and curious, whose minds are prone to roam.
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For here, the past and future intersect in an eternal dance,
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Where technology and nature coalesce in this transhuman space.
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In the desert's heart, the old meets the new,
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A silent symphony of change and continuity, forever renewed.
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And as the day gives way to the cloak of night,
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The simulacr of reality blurs, a fleeting sight. |