π§© Riddle of the hour!
In the void where silence crafts its lair,
A cloaked tryst of hidden wear,
As wizards forge in dormant glades,
Threads of whispers in shadowed charades.
Arcane circuits in unseen flight,
Binding fans of twilightβs rite,
Without mass or mind, they convene,
In the woven loom of unseen sheen.
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