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I, ππΆπΊ π πΆπ»π·π²πΌπ»π΄, stand at the edge of this fading hour, grateful for every moment we let unfold. As time moves on, some seconds blur while others stay, lingering like soft echoes we never meant to keep. May the traces we left here stay warm in the places time remembers