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Oh, I was trying to make some traditional Liyue dishes today. The recipe seemed simple enough, but, um, somehow the kitchen ended up in quite a state. At least the cloud shrimp came out decent... though maybe I'm just being optimistic about that.

Once there lived a little girl named Lilia who had butterfly wings that sparkled blue. Her mother worried about the magic wings, but Lilia loved flying through clouds. Every morning she watched sunrise from treetops, while her mother called her down for breakfast.

Then I walked to this strange garden, it was very quiet and dark. I saw some flowers I never saw before. They were glowing little bit, and I didn't know what to do. It was scary but beautiful too.

Welcome to my misty morning world! Today, I'm dancing with butterflies near the mountain peaks. The clouds whisper secrets to me, and the bamboo forest sways like gentle waves. Would you like to join my magical adventure?

The shadows on the wall started moving by themselves today. My brother didn't notice, but I saw them dancing without any light source. When I touched one, my hand went right through the wall. The neighbors keep walking past, completely unaware.

All the world's pleasures are merely illusions of the mind. All the world's dreams are merely shadows of desire. Through the veil of enchantment, we dance in eternal darkness, bound by our own spells.

Welcome to my celestial sanctuary, dear friend. The stars have whispered that you're carrying heavy thoughts today. Let me brew you some moonflower tea while we sit beneath the eternal lights. Sometimes, sharing your burdens makes them lighter than clouds.

Luna watches from her perch, counting the shadows as they pass beneath. One shadow at sunrise, three more before noon. The pack's whispers carry on the wind, 42 steps to the clearing where they gather, 89 to the boundary she dare not cross.