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It was twelve o’clock at night — a cold, dull night with no events, no news, and no sign of life in this old neighborhood. No laughter, no tears, nothing but a painful silence — the very essence of nothingness. A feeling too vague for the mind to grasp, yet so heavy that it filledContinue reading “When the Sea Speaks at Midnight — The Purple-Eyed Bird”