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The farm woke up slowly, like a sleepy child stretching under a warm blanket. The golden sunlight slipped over the wooden fences, danced on the grass, and gently kissed the small pond at the center of the field.
That pond was the heart of everything.
Every morning, it shimmered like a mirror, reflecting the sky so clearly that sometimes the animals wondered if they were swimming in the clouds instead of water. Tiny ripples formed whenever someone moved, and laughter—yes, laughter—seemed to live there, hidden between the waves.
On the edge of the pond stood a graceful white swan.
Her name was Luna.
Luna loved the quiet mornings. She would glide across the water with soft elegance, her feathers glowing under the sun like they were made of light itself. But even though she looked calm and perfect, Luna’s favorite thing in the world wasn’t being alone
