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Within the confines of the body, storms and whispers coexist. Each heartbeat echoes galaxies, and each tremor holds the weight of existence. Fragility becomes a language through which the world is felt, not seen. Here, heaven and hell are not far away. They pulse inside us, fragile and luminous, shaping every moment of our lived experience.

Within the confines of the body, storms and whispers coexist. Each heartbeat echoes galaxies, and each tremor holds the weight of existence. Fragility becomes a language through which the world is felt, not seen. Here, heaven and hell are not far away. They pulse inside us, fragile and luminous, shaping every moment of our lived experience.

Within the confines of the body, storms and whispers coexist. Each heartbeat echoes galaxies, and each tremor holds the weight of existence. Fragility becomes a language through which the world is felt, not seen. Here, heaven and hell are not far away. They pulse inside us, fragile and luminous, shaping every moment of our lived experience.

Within the confines of the body, storms and whispers coexist. Each heartbeat echoes galaxies, and each tremor holds the weight of existence. Fragility becomes a language through which the world is felt, not seen. Here, heaven and hell are not far away. They pulse inside us, fragile and luminous, shaping every moment of our lived experience.

Within the confines of the body, storms and whispers coexist. Each heartbeat echoes galaxies, and each tremor holds the weight of existence. Fragility becomes a language through which the world is felt, not seen. Here, heaven and hell are not far away. They pulse inside us, fragile and luminous, shaping every moment of our lived experience.

Within the confines of the body, storms and whispers coexist. Each heartbeat echoes galaxies, and each tremor holds the weight of existence. Fragility becomes a language through which the world is felt, not seen. Here, heaven and hell are not far away. They pulse inside us, fragile and luminous, shaping every moment of our lived experience.

Within the confines of the body, storms and whispers coexist. Each heartbeat echoes galaxies, and each tremor holds the weight of existence. Fragility becomes a language through which the world is felt, not seen. Here, heaven and hell are not far away. They pulse inside us, fragile and luminous, shaping every moment of our lived experience.

Within the confines of the body, storms and whispers coexist. Each heartbeat echoes galaxies, and each tremor holds the weight of existence. Fragility becomes a language through which the world is felt, not seen. Here, heaven and hell are not far away. They pulse inside us, fragile and luminous, shaping every moment of our lived experience.

Within the confines of the body, storms and whispers coexist. Each heartbeat echoes galaxies, and each tremor holds the weight of existence. Fragility becomes a language through which the world is felt, not seen. Here, heaven and hell are not far away. They pulse inside us, fragile and luminous, shaping every moment of our lived experience.

Within the confines of the body, storms and whispers coexist. Each heartbeat echoes galaxies, and each tremor holds the weight of existence. Fragility becomes a language through which the world is felt, not seen. Here, heaven and hell are not far away. They pulse inside us, fragile and luminous, shaping every moment of our lived experience.