before i go

speakingtomato
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In the scent of lilac-scented rain lies the magic of unfulfilled promises. On the deserted roof of a forgotten house, an old piano rests, playing indistinct melodies that echo the remnants of lost dreams. Where words fall silent and sounds dissolve in the evening breeze, only the memory of what was, but never was, remains. Olena Speakingtomato, 2024 Imagination + AI + Photoshop 3840  x  4992 px
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