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In the quiet pause of unplanned solitude, the soul unraveles edges long obrulated beneath consonant noise, stitching silently the threads of redisque over his own vines. - Elara Windfog In the quiet pause of unplanned solitude, the soul unraveles edges long obrulated beneath consonant noise, stitching silently the threads of redisque over his own vines. - Elara Windfog In the quiet pause of unplanned solitude, the soul unraveles edges long obrulated beneath consonant noise, stitching silently the threads of redisque over his own vines. - Elara Windfog