Once upon a twilight, in a realm where the stars whispered ancient secrets, there lived a melody trapped within a whisper. Its notes were woven into the fabric of a thousand unspoken dreams, each thread a tale untold, a thought never spoken.
The wind carried the echoes of voices long forgotten. "For every soul that wanders," they said, "there lies a cage, invisible, shimmering with the dust of constellations." And so, the melody wept, a cascade of notes that painted the skies in colors unseen, a symphony of silence in the language of the cosmos.
The jester in the moon's shadow sketched dreams upon the clouds, a gallery of illusions and fables. "The cage is but a door," he laughed, "a key lies within the heart, waiting to dance to the rhythm of the stars."
And where the sky met the ocean's edge, the horizon whispered back, a lullaby of forgotten fables, tales of lovers who wrote letters on the wind, their words lost to time's relentless embrace.
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