Tikoo and Jhumki and the Workshop

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High above the clouds, there is a factory of dreams. Silver pipes hum with stardust and soft blue light. Every night, someone makes the sleep we need.

Tikoo rolled on tiny wheels across the dream factory floor. His copper body gleamed under the twinkling work-lamps. The air smelled like warm milk and lavender.

TIKOO: "Jhumki, where is everyone?" JHUMKI: "Listen, little one." Her voice came from a floating lantern with a smiling face.

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