Nimbi and Tula and the Workshop

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High above the world, where the sky is soft as cotton, there is a place called the Dreamloom. Here, tiny cloud weavers spin sleep into golden threads. Each thread drifts down to earth, wrapping children in quiet dreams.

Nimbi floated above the Dreamloom, watching the golden threads unspool. They shimmered like spider silk in the sunlight. Nimbi wanted to help, but the threads kept slipping through their misty fingers. NIMBI: "Why won't they stay?" TULA: "They need a gentle touch, little one."

Tula pointed to a small silver loom nearby. It hummed softly, waiting. Nimbi drifted closer. The loom's threads glowed faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat. NIMBI: "What do I do?" TULA: "Breathe with the loom. Watch."

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