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As the Dream Is Laid to Rest A solitary moment lingers after waking — when the warmth of a dream fades, yet its weight remains. Though the mind understands it’s over, the heart mourns quietly, aching not for what was lost, but for what can never be lived again. This piece is a requiem for that fleeting beauty: a silent tear falling in the stillness of morning, a final embrace in the sanctuary of memory. Like a candle burning in an empty chapel, it flickers not in protest, but in reverence. Le
