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The god leans low, his gaze holding the weight of sleep’s mysteries. From his fingers bloom the seeds of slumber—fragile worlds spun in silence, where time forgets to breathe.
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The god leans low, his gaze holding the weight of sleep’s mysteries. From his fingers bloom the seeds of slumber—fragile worlds spun in silence, where time forgets to breathe.
