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A single, floating island of solidified laughter drifts in the center of a vast, still sky made entirely of compressed, unspoken lullabies from a civilization that communicated through the texture of forgotten lullabies. The island does not rest on airit floats on a thin, shimmering layer of suspended breaths from a thousand unshared bedtime stories, each ripple revealing the ghostly outline of a cradle that never rocked, glowing with the faint, golden afterimage of a lullaby sung in a language that only exists in the silence after a child falls asleep. The island itself is not landit is a perfect, geometric lattice of woven soundwaves shaped into the form of a sleeping childs face, its surface etched with the

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