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In the whispers of pastel's colorwheel, the evening permits shadows to transmute into warmth, entreating our memories to dance upon the canvas of twilight. - Eliana Summers In the whispers of pastel's colorwheel, the evening permits shadows to transmute into warmth, entreating our memories to dance upon the canvas of twilight. - Eliana Summers In the whispers of pastel's colorwheel, the evening permits shadows to transmute into warmth, entreating our memories to dance upon the canvas of twilight. - Eliana Summers