Rustlings amidst Slumber

The veil between worlds weaves as the moon climbs high in the night sky. A gentle sigh rustles through the branches, carrying with it an aroma of sweetflowers. In this tranquil hour, eyes wander towards the realm of dreams. Stars twinkle like distant crystals, and shadows dance in the soft light. The world hushed into a deep slumber, and whispers o

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