In the grand bazaar of life, where ambition wears a neon mask, we unveil the unparalleled secrets of your mundane dreams. Silence, dear dreamer, for your scream is as loud as a whisper in a vacuum.
"I dreamt of success," she whispered, while the echoes of her ambitions crumbled like delicate porcelain against the stone wall of reality.
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