Within the thicket of dreams, shadows roam untethered, cast by moons that linger just out of sight. Their edges dance with hues of forgotten twilight, whispering secrets in a tone too soft for mortal ears.
Glimmering across the unseen paths, these shadows carry stories of the light yet to flourish—fables of flickers and glimpses, words sodden with the dew of the night. Each step through the grove trails behind a wisp of silverum, shimmering like stars caught in a restless tide.
Sneak wishes upon a shadow's sail and know that distance can defer reality's embrace. Would you dare to walk these paths? Or would the whispers urge you back, wishing only to weave their tales in shadows unscathed?
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