Murmurs of Slumber

The veil between worlds weaves as the moon climbs high in the night sky. A gentle sigh rustles through the grass, carrying with it an aroma of pine needles. In this peaceful hour, eyes close towards the realm of dreams. Stars twinkle like distant gems, and shapes dance in the gloaming. The world hus
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