Symphonies that turn to acid yellow in crumbling boxes, paintings that fade in attic piles, sculptures that bulge and lose their shapes under centuries of lichen -- all of these hidden things are triumphs against the indifference of human perception and the blindness of universal entropy. Despite the odds, they were created; despite the silence, they sang; despite the utter lack of response, they spoke... if only to the needs and hopes of one solitary mind.
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