Murmurs of Slumber

The veil between worlds weaves as the moon ascends high in the night sky. A gentle sigh rustles through the leaves, carrying with it a fragrance of damp earth. In this peaceful hour, spirits close towards the realm of dreams. Stars shimmer like distant crystals, and silhouettes shift in the moonligh
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