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Da: PBShop.store US, Wood Dale, IL, U.S.A.PBShop.store US
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PAP. Condizione: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.
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Da: California Books, Miami, FL, U.S.A.California Books
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Da: PBShop.store UK, Fairford, GLOS, Regno UnitoPBShop.store UK
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PAP. Condizione: New. New Book. Delivered from our UK warehouse in 4 to 14 business days. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.
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Da: CitiRetail, Stevenage, Regno UnitoCitiRetail
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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. In the heart of a whispering forest, nestled amongst ancient oaks and babbling brooks, lay a village named Somnus. Its inhabitants, known as the Somni, were not like you and me. They thrived not on sunlight, but on dreams. Every night, they wove intricate tapestries of slumber, each thread…spun from imagination and desire. These dreams, bottled in moonlit vials, sustained them, granting them energy and joy.But their peaceful existence was threatened by a shadowy entity known as the Sandman. He, too, craved dreams, but not for sustenance. He feasted on their essence, leaving behind only wisps of forgotten memories and hollow nightmares. The Sandman, a creature of inky darkness, slithered through the forest, his eyes glowing embers, his touch a chilling whisper.One night, a young Somni named Luna, with eyes the color of twilight and hair like spun moonlight, noticed a disturbing shift in the forest's lullaby. The usual chirping crickets had fallen silent, replaced by an unsettling hush. Fear, cold and prickly, slithered down her spine. Luna knew, in the pit of her moonlit heart, that the Sandman was near.Armed with a vial of her own dreams, shimmering with fireflies and whispered wishes, Luna ventured into the heart of the forest. The trees, once her friends, now loomed as silent sentinels, their branches clawing at the starlit sky. The air grew thick with a cloying, inky scent, the Sandman's presence a suffocating weight.Suddenly, a chilling rasp echoed through the woods. Luna spun around, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. There, cloaked in shadows, stood the Sandman, his form shifting and coalescing like smoke."Foolish Somni," he hissed, his voice a chorus of whispers. "Do you think your childish dreams can stand against me?"Luna, though trembling, met his gaze with defiance. "My dreams are not for you to steal," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "They are the heart of Somnus, the light that chases away your darkness."With a flick of her wrist, Luna shattered the vial at the Sandman's feet. A tidal wave of dreams, vibrant and kaleidoscopic, erupted from the broken glass. Fireflies danced, wishes whispered, and forgotten memories bloomed anew. The forest, bathed in the ethereal glow, came alive with chirping crickets and rustling leaves.The Sandman screeched, his form writhing in agony. He clawed at the dreams, trying to devour them, but they slipped through his shadowy fingers like moonlight through water. Blinded, weakened, he retreated into the deepest recesses of the forest, his chilling laughter echoing in the wake.Luna, her own dreams spent but her heart full, returned to Somnus. The villagers, woken by the symphony of dreams, cheered their young heroine. The Sandman, though wounded, would return. But Luna, and the Somni, were ready. They would face the darkness, armed with the most potent weapon of all - their dreams.And so, as the first rays of dawn kissed the horizon, painting the sky in hues of rose and gold, the village of Somnus drifted back to sleep, their dreams a shield against the shadows, a testament to the enduring power of hope and imagination.I hope this story helps you drift off to sleep, with dreams both sweet and whimsical. Remember, even in the deepest darkness, a single spark of light can illuminate the way. Sweet dreams! This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.
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Da: CitiRetail, Stevenage, Regno UnitoCitiRetail
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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Expectations are beliefs about what will happen in the future. They can be formed from our own desires, past experiences, societal norms, or what we perceive others want from us. These beliefs influence our thoughts, emotions, and behaviors. As, Our expectations are shaped by various factor…s and Overcoming the grip of expectations is little difficult. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.
