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April 13, 2025
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Sure! Here's a long random text that flows naturally — it can be used as filler, testing, or just for fun reading:

The Forgotten Library

In the heart of a forgotten valley, surrounded by mist-drenched mountains and whispering pine trees, there stood an ancient library few remembered and even fewer dared to visit. The walls, built from blackened stone and overgrown with ivy, told stories of storms and solitude. Birds never sang above its roof, and no animal dared cross its threshold, for it was said that the books within were alive.

Not alive in the metaphorical sense — not simply filled with knowledge — but truly alive. Their pages whispered when no one was looking, and their covers shifted ever so slightly, as though breathing. Some said that opening the wrong book could transport you to other realms. Others believed that reading the library's oldest tomes would drive a person mad with forgotten truths.

At the heart of this library was a circular chamber with a single chair carved from petrified wood. A large golden compass hung from the ceiling, spinning slowly, even in the absence of wind. This room was known as The Quiet Core, and in the center, resting on a pedestal of silver and bone, was the book no one dared to open — The Codex of Whispers.

Only one man ever claimed to have read it. His name was Elian, a cartographer turned wanderer, who stumbled into the valley seeking shelter from a relentless storm. He was never seen again, but strange maps began to appear across distant cities, etched into stone, painted on cave walls, or even tattooed on the backs of wild animals. Maps that led nowhere. Or perhaps, to everywhere.

Scholars debated whether Elian had transcended into another realm or simply lost his mind and wandered into the wilderness. Either way, the library remains. Still waiting. Still whispering. Occasionally, on nights when the moon is absent and the winds are still, a faint glow can be seen from the highest tower, as though someone inside is reading by candlelight.

But no one ever sees them leave.

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Saksham

Software engineer