Ren and the Lighthouse

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Above the hills, soft clouds drift. They hum a tune only tired things hear. This is Hush Hollow, where sleep finds home.

Ren was a small cloud, fluffy and light. The wind carried him to Hush Hollow tonight. The trees here had silver leaves that chimed. They rang when the wind blew just right.

REN: "What makes that sound?" The wind didn’t answer. It only sighed. Ren drifted lower, closer to the ground. The chimes were softer now. Almost gone.

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