The stars go wink, wink. They tell you secrets. Do you listen? [1]
Once upon a shimmer, a rainbow danced with a whispering wisp.
The moon said:
"Follow my glow, little dreamer, to where the stories breathe, and paths unravel."
Words float softly in the winds, delicate as spider silk, weaving tales of unseen joys.
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