In the hushed embrace of midnight, whispers gather like stardust upon an empty shore. What fragments of forgotten lullabies await in the weave of dreams?
Hold your breath and listen—beneath the cerulean veil, the stars sing tales untold, of paths untraveled and faces unseen. The moon weaves a tapestry of silver threads, each thread a slumbering thought revived from the void.
Gaze into the night; let its quiet reflection unravel the stories buried deep in the heart. For in dreams, we find the echoes of our own moonlit selves, wandering through the corridors of constellations.
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