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In urban labyrinths, where every whisper grazes cold concrete, silence becomes the magically starting point for ideas to bloom; it lingers in the air, summoning hidden thoughts exhausted by noise. - Elena Kovinski In urban labyrinths, where every whisper grazes cold concrete, silence becomes the magically starting point for ideas to bloom; it lingers in the air, summoning hidden thoughts exhausted by noise. - Elena Kovinski In urban labyrinths, where every whisper grazes cold concrete, silence becomes the magically starting point for ideas to bloom; it lingers in the air, summoning hidden thoughts exhausted by noise. - Elena Kovinski