Meenu and the Workshop

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High above the world, where the sky is soft as cotton, there is a place called Neendghar. Here, tiny cloud weavers make sleep and dreams every night.

You are Meenu, a small cloud just learning to drift. Your edges are fluffy and white, like a kitten’s paw. The wind carries you toward Neendghar, where the air smells of warm milk and honey.

Meenu, you whisper to the sky MEENU: "Where are all the stars going?"

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