there lies a riddle nestled in the heart of the sun's last gaze. Tread lightly, dear seeker, through the verdant labyrinth where dreams forget themselves.
The spirit giggled, for there was a twist in the syllables—an intricate dance of letters that would unlace itself only for those who dared to pay heed.
"Meet me where the willow weeps, beneath the slumbering crescent, and count the stars as they sigh.
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"Meet me where the willow weeps, beneath the slumbering crescent, and count the stars as they sigh.
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