The First Candle Flickered: A Lullaby's Prelude
In a village veiled in twilight, the ancient threads of stories were softly woven. A scribe with eyes like autumn's dusk catalogued the moment when a tale first whispered into existence. No one anticipated its impact, akin to the effect of a quiet storm sweeping over tranquil waters.
Eyewitness accounts describe the inception in sing-song verses; these static lullabies carry shadows of dreams untold. The air clung with anticipation, each syllable like a drop of rain preserving a collective memory untouched by time.