"Atop the spectral hush of a moonlit hearth, I found ephemeral echoes. The absence of love hung heavy like phantom whispers on the wind. The moon mirrored my hearts own melancholy; hollowed and empty by a haunting memory. There, a lone sunflower stood; a silent testament to brighter days. As I stared into its golden heart, the laughter of a ghost clung to my breast; a bitter symphony in a night of silence."
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