In the fading twilight, beyond the veil of galaxies, where time wavered like a slow river of dreams, there existed a library woven from celestial whispers. Here, the walls pulsed with ancient vibrations.
The librarian, an eternal figure, with eyes of nebulae and hair spun from comet tails, listened to the echoes of creation. On this evening, the stars sang a new tale, one of forgotten worlds and dreams dissolved into ether.
As the stardust settled, the librarian began to narrate:
"Once, in the embrace of a silver-blue dusk, a small world nestled in the arms of a tender sun, glowing like the embers of a distant hearth.”
The story unfolded and twisted, a luminescent ribbon weaving through the fabric of space and time.
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