Bismillahi 'Rrahman 'Rrahim, 5 steps down
A starcrest palace suspended on clouds at night, wafting and drifting aimlessly. Pale lunar hues tinted with celestial splendor, halo of slumber befalls all the townsfolk. Contented sighs expel from the locals as if to form a satisfied haziness of opaque fog. The Pavilion, of Dreams.
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