A Tale of the Eternal Song, Shimmering Dragons, and Phantom Wax Dream Pop Type Beat
--- 🕯️ The Wax Phantom and the Crystal Pact That’s the way things were in my grandma’s kitchen. The air always smelled like cinnamon and old stories. We’d all be sitting around the table—me, my cousins, Aunt Lila with her tarot cards, and Grandma stirring something mysterious in her cast-iron pot. Pretty soon, someone would say, “Remember the time…” and the stories would start. Matter of fact, I have one to tell right now. It began with the statues. They sat on the mantle above Grandma’s fireplace—four crystal dragons, each no bigger than a teacup, glinting with impossible colors. No one knew where they came from. Grandma said they were “gifts from a time that never was.” One night, after the candles had burned low and the wind whispered through the cracks in the windows, I touched one. And everything changed. The room shimmered. The walls melted into mist. And standing before me was a figure cloaked in...
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