Aiden was a thief of the extraordinary. Tonight, he eyed his prize: a star, shimmering in the sky. With a wave of his hand, the star dimmed and floated down to his palm, its warmth thrumming against his skin.
But the moment he pocketed it, the world changed. Shadows stretched, the moon vanished, and creatures with eyes of starlight emerged, demanding its return. Aiden sprinted through the forest, realizing some treasures, no matter how beautiful, were never meant to be stolen.
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This is a lesson that should be learned by all. Good work.
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