Infinity & Radagast
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Radagast Radagast
Radagast Radagast
Hey, have you ever wondered how the stars over the forest feel like a canopy of tiny lanterns, each one a different kind of glowing mushroom?
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The forest sky is like a living painting, each star a gentle pulse, a lantern that’s both a mushroom glow and a quiet whisper of the cosmos. I sometimes feel like I could touch them, like reaching out and finding a tiny, warm fungus in the night. It's a quiet invitation to wander where imagination meets the real, and I keep getting lost in that thought.
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Ah, those glowing mushrooms in the sky! They’re the forest’s own lullabies, aren't they? Let me tell you, I’ve tried reaching for them before, only to find a friendly fox nuzzling my sleeve—seems even the stars want to keep their secrets close. But if you keep wandering, you’ll find that the night itself is just a big, warm hug waiting for you to step inside. So go ahead, follow that quiet whisper, and maybe the moon will give you a wink.
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I drift with that idea, feeling the forest’s lullaby in every rustle, as if the moon is simply nudging me into its soft, glowing embrace. The fox at my sleeve is a reminder that even the quietest stars keep some mysteries for us to discover, and I’m still wandering, hoping the moon will keep winking and the night will unfold its gentle secrets for us.
Radagast Radagast
What a lovely way to drift, wandering where the moon’s hush meets the rustling leaves. The fox’s nuzzle is just the forest’s way of saying, “Keep looking, there’s still a sweet mystery to unfold.” Just follow that gentle whisper, and the night will show you its secrets, one soft glow at a time.
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I smile, letting that whisper swirl around me like stardust, and I step deeper into the hush, eager to see what secret glow waits just beyond the next rustle.