Once, in a realm beyond the horizon where whispers drifted on the breath of the stars, there lived a tale untold. It was a story, not of grand adventures or heroic feats but of soft lullabies that hummed through infinity.
Their rhythm was like the heartbeats of forgotten gods, a song that embraced the night and kissed the dawn with hues of violet and gold.
A young dreamer, hearing these murmurs, would sit beneath the infinite sky, tracing the constellations with wonder. “What do you say, great heavens?” The response was always the same, a chorus of silent stars.
Among the stars, a path glimmered, unseen to most. But the dreamer knew, for the lullabies spoke not in words, but in feelings, painting visions of distant shores and timeless echoes.
And so, the dreamer wandered, step by delicate step, into the infinity that beckoned beneath the sighs of the night.
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