In a snug Arctic cottage, frost paints silver lace on every pane. A little teacup named Chai watches the northern lights dance, wondering if the sky sings a song only the quiet can hear.
A gentle teacup who carries stories in her steam
She hums melodies that make the northern lights shimmer brighter
[SINGING] Little Chai sits so warm and bright, Watching stars through frosty light. Moonbeams tap the window pane, Soft as snowflakes in the lane.
[PAUSE]
[SINGING] Close your eyes, my little dear, I’ll hum soft while night draws near. Dream the sky’s own lullaby, Drifting slow beneath the sky.
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