Stayed. Tuned.

There's still the lingering echo in my head. Familiar but faded. A faint frequency, as resonant as ever. A wholly unique timbre, stuck somewhere between the frustration of all I can't recall, and every last thing I'll never forget.

A beat rendered inaudible by time and distance, which still pulses in my chest.
Steady. Steadfast. Resilient.
Moreso even than my own heart.

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