Little feet upon the cobblestones, soft echoes flutter like butterflies through the air.
In the corners, the shadows twist, playing games with lonely moons that giggle quietly.
What do you hear when the clock strikes gummy bear midnight?
Let us follow the winding threads of dreams; perhaps we will stumble upon a book that burbles.
Who whispers beneath the quilt of stars, making promises tangled with starlight and cobwebs?
Do you wish to take a chance?
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