The Quiet Hour of Reverie Gatherings
On the eve of the seventh moon, the sky bore witness to an astonishing congregation of ephemeral entities. Proceedings were reported to have commenced at the stroke of midnight, lingering in shadows untouched by the sun's ray.
As denizens from every corner convened, a tapestry of whispered tales unfolded—each thread woven with the forgotten remnants of dreams long silenced. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and unattainable hopes.
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