In the womb of twilight, where shadows cradle whispered dreams, there lies a melody untouched by time. These notes, like tempest-torn feathers, float on winds of lilac mist.
The trees hold counsel with the night sky, their secrets blending with starlit echoes. Hearken to the lilt of untold stories spinning beneath the moon's tender gaze.
A gentle breeze carries the scent of timeless lullabies, sighing through corridors of forgotten innocence.
Rest your soul upon the woven web of silver's embrace, for here, the song of soothe guides you.
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