In the Magical Emporium
In the room of silent shadows, I felt a ghostly hand lay on my shoulder.
In the room of tall trees, a gust of wind blew my hair away.
In the room of soft secrets, words came by in a hush.
In the room of instruments, songs were sung silently.
In the room of magical moons, stars twinkled uncontrollably.
In the room of icebergs, a peculiar polar bear growled.
In the room of mirrors, I bumped into each one, thinking it was a wall.
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