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In a city draped in luminous evanescence, starlight becomes the whispered nostalgia of broader skies; as gasp echoes against concrete, one prevails at distant altitudes. - Beatrix Harrow In a city draped in luminous evanescence, starlight becomes the whispered nostalgia of broader skies; as gasp echoes against concrete, one prevails at distant altitudes. - Beatrix Harrow In a city draped in luminous evanescence, starlight becomes the whispered nostalgia of broader skies; as gasp echoes against concrete, one prevails at distant altitudes. - Beatrix Harrow