In a world where dreams drip like honey on a cold morning, there lies the town of cocoa shadows and whispered sighs. Once a paradise, now a tapestry of forgotten fables and gaseous ghosts.
An etched stone tablet reads: "The cocoa that freezes shall melt once the stars align."
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The townsfolk speak of dreams as if recounting tales of old friends. "Remember the one where the river sang?" asks Elsie, her eyes alight with the ember glow of nostalgia.
Symbols appear overnight: swirls of cream encircling hearts, footprints of sugar lines leading to nowhere.
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The revolution whispers, not of fire but of froth, not of fury but of sweet serenity. In the shadows of the moonless sky, rebel dreams conspire under the cloak of night, uniting through the soft murmur of chocolate streams.
Etched into the fog of the morning dew: "Every dream is a revolution waiting to wake."
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