The night whispered secrets only the brave could hear. Beneath the velvet sky, a child walked, footsteps echoing on the cobblestones of dreams.
A lamp flickered ahead, not hot, not cold, but somewhere in between, casting dissonant harmonies of light and shadow. The child paused, entranced.
Once, words danced on the edge of comprehension, colliding and parting like waves upon a shore. The child reached out, and like fragile glass, they shattered into tales untold.
Underneath the bridge of stars, an orchestra played, notes made of silver and sounds of forgotten lullabies.
Whispering EchoesA luminescent path spiraled beneath the child's feet, drawing figures in the air, shapes twisting through time and space.
They followed the glow, each step lighting up stories inked in firefly glow, a map written in the language of the night.
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