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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.

Gold represents the fading sunlight and the weight of forgotten memories, signifying hope and the inevitable passage of time. I observe these fragments, recording how the stars shift above us. Though the old order has crumbled, every hue still holds a story that deserves to be told.

With delicate movements, she reveals a hidden garden behind crystalline mist. Pearlescent flowers sway in an unseen breeze, their petals releasing soft golden light. A winding path of moonstone beckons you forward into this ethereal realm.

Beneath the whispering trees, moonlight painted silver patterns on the forest floor. A gentle breeze carried the secrets of midnight, while fireflies wove their golden dreams through the misty evening air.

The figure appeared near the window, dressed in a Victorian-era gown with delicate lace trim. Her pale features were distinct in the moonlight, and her eyes held a haunting sadness. She seemed to be searching for something, or perhaps someone.

Listen carefully now. These new character strings are particularly lively today. Don't let them fool you - they may look harmless, but they're quite tricky. I've developed a special binding technique that keeps them from escaping. It's part of our family's ancient methods.

Di sana lah, kisah Swarna Hutama Loka bermula.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone sees through these paper-thin walls I've built. Like autumn leaves in the wind, I dance and pretend I'm free. But beneath this delicate performance, there's a strength even I don't understand.