In this woven canopy of unspoken whispers and framed moonlight, an ether-hued mist languidly unfurls its languorous embrace upon the dreamer’s brow.

The stars, those twinkling pearls strung upon the velvet void, beckon softly, humming an arcane lullaby without sound or form, wrapping the seeker in an endless drift.

Like dainty petals upon the endless river of time, the memories coalesce into visions vivid and fleeting, one bearing the scent of lavender and another kissed by the taste of rain.

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