
A solitary woman sat each night with a glowing loom, weaving patterns from starlight. Her tapestries showed stories of strangers: a fisherman’s bravery, a teacher’s kindness, a child’s curiosity. One evening, a young girl noticed her own life woven into the fabric—a future filled with courage she didn’t yet possess. The weaver smiled and whispered, “The stars only show what you already carry.”


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