Close your eyes, dear dreamer, and open your heart. Feel the gentle shush of the wind, for it carries tales untold—a symphony of secrets waiting just for you. The trees bow their heads in reverence, their leaves fluttering as if to speak a forgotten language.
Imagine, if you dare, the river's song growing quiet, as if trying not to disturb the slumbering moon perched above its mirror-like tide. Can you hear the sleep of the waves? It's a lullaby woven into the fabric of night’s embrace. Don't you want to drift alongside the dreams?
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Yet, my sweet wanderer, do you not wonder where the breeze has been? It whispers of shadows that dance behind forgotten doors, of echoes that linger long after the source has faded. Are you not curious of those places where light dares not tread?
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Wrap your heart in these threads of silver mist, my child. Allow the night to enfold you in its velvet hands, where every sigh of the breeze is a promise waiting to be kept, a mystery longing to be unveiled. Would you turn away from such a wondrous gift?