Moonlit Turmoil

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One night, in the enchanted Midnight Forest, under the silver veil of the night sky, the Midnight Princess found herself lost in whimsical musings. Beneath the soft glow of the crescent moon, she rested upon a colossal rock, its ancient surface a throne for dreams. As the princess lay in reverie, time danced away, carried by the gentle breeze that whispered secrets among the trees. In her fanciful visions, she sailed on a boat woven from moonbeams, casting nets into the celestial sea to fish stars for her collection. Amidst this celestial odyssey, the princess paused and cast her gaze upon the world below. To her surprise, a quiet audience had gathered—rock trolls, their eyes ablaze with wonder and silent respect. Unbeknownst to her, moments had transformed into hours. Breaking the enchantment, the princess, now curious about the passing of time, addressed the rocky onlookers, "What time is it?" Little did she know that her innocent inquiry would unfurl a tapestry of tumult. A competition to answer the princess erupted among the rock trolls, their stony forms clashing like thunder in the silent night. The princess tried to calm the trolls. Yet, the trolls were caught in the tempest of their own making, beating each other up in the rivalry for the honor of announcing the hour. And so, beneath the watchful eye of the crescent moon, the Midnight Princess found herself entwined in an unforeseen chapter of her nocturnal fairy tale.