These are the visions of yesternight, glimpses of hue undone.
The bunny hopped, but where to? Perhaps into a story left untold.
Stars whispered secrets, only to fade like wisps of cotton candy.
A door opened to nowhere, unfurling possibilities dusted with moonlight.
Mysterious riddles dance like shadows upon the wall, seeking a friend to hold their hand.
Do you hear the laughter of forgotten dolls in the twilight glow?
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