In the quiet town of Eldergrove, whispers of the night conjured images lost to the fog. A single wisp travelled through, weaving tales untold. During a festival of lights, Mira touched this ephemeral glow, setting off a chain of events.
Mira deciphered bits of the wisp's echo: a line etched in the forgotten pages of a tome. "Only in darkness do we see the stars," her grandmother used to say, hinting at paths unseen.
Doors creaked open to the past, revealing echoes of laughter and forgotten dreams.
Lost in the rhythm, Mira began to hum the forgotten melody. It wasn't just a song; it was a promise of a journey beyond the illusion of what is known.
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