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"There is an appointed time for all things to live and die, just like the ceaseless cycles of night and dawn."
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"May the stories within this lamp grant you dreams worth looking forward to."
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At the moment the palace crumbled, the girl who had never known "light" heard her whisper inside a dream.
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Through a mist of tears, the child who had long decided to depart in dreams caught sight of her gentle benevolence.
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In the reflection of the serene moonlight, the verdant lamp told of the silhouette of the stars and an everlasting melody—
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A dancer with emerald eyes planting light kisses onto silk dripping with nectar, brightly colored fish pirouetting in pearly clear waters,
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A moonlight musician guiding the Jinn's torches, singing songs of the gilded fortress in a sea of sand and pomegranate-colored strings,
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An astute sailor setting off on a grand voyage, seeking nothing else but the singing voice from a dream and the blooming gardens on the far shore.
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The fallen palace illuminated by silent light, encircled by breathtaking dreamscapes from a thousand worlds,
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The soft forest breeze clearing away the dust gathered on the homeward path, guiding lost children away from the palace, no longer tranquil as it had been.
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As the dawning light filtered through fragmented spaces between leaves, that verdant lamp which had told stories of a thousand nights' dreams began to fade:
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It was only when she looked back, standing between dreams and reality, that the blind girl realized that there was no return, for dawn had broken.
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Thereafter, the lamp inside the dream never flickered again, and the flow of time swallowed up the dreams of bygone nights,
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But the birds still sang as they embraced the break of dawn. They sang of the stories that blossomed brilliantly like a field of flowers,
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Bringing courage, hope, and happiness to the children who had never had the chance to witness a dream,
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Weaving a never-ending song of a thousand nights, lighting up the moments before the long-awaited daybreak.
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After traversing a thousand dreams, until the nightingale no longer sang, until the fading sun fell beneath the horizon once again,
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The traveler saw at journey's end that verdant lamp, that faraway homeland of old,
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Where the dew-covered rose still swayed softly in the moonlit breeze, waiting for her to tell a new story:
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"Though the memories of past nights have all but faded, we shall continue to sing songs of praise for the sweet dreams that have yet to unfold." |