In the bated breaths of twilight, when worlds overlap whispering secrets, there lies the echo of worn fables, unseen by mortal eyes but known to those who listen to the silent song of the cosmos.
Once, in a time untold, a traveler clothed in shadows spoke of the Broken Star, a celestial wanderer fractured into a thousand shards, scattered across the dreamt skies. Each shard told a tale of forgotten realms, held dearly by the starlit winds.
The oracle, with eyes like polished obsidian, deciphered these whispers. “In solitude, we speak,” she mused, “to the tongues of the lost, whose stories are woven in the fabric of the universe.”
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