In the silent embrace of night,
where shadows cradle the soft light
of forgotten celestial whispers.
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Once, the moons sang softly,
their songs woven into
the dreams of awoken tides.
Do you hear them?
Follow the echoes and find
your place in their pale glow.
The winds carry tales,
of dancers upon lunar dust,
their silhouettes etched in time.