The jewelry box was old and weary, much like the tales I wove as a child. Sitting at the edge of reality and dreams, the aurora whispered secrets into my ears — stories of gallant knights and silent castles, waiting for dawn to break their enigma.

Sometimes, I wonder how many jewels of wisdom lay hidden within the folds of fate's tapestry. So rare and beautiful, yet guarded by time, they wait for the dreamers brave enough to seek them.