"The Serpent Who Weaves the Sky"
In the beginning, before the stars were born, the serpent lived in the silence of the void. With no sound, no movement, only the stillness of the earth below and the empty sky above. It was not fear that kept the serpent still, but patience.
The serpent would coil in the deep caverns of the earth, listening to the whispers of the wind and the hum of the water. It did not rush, for it knew that the world would one day call for its song.
When the people cried out for guidance, when the sky was empty of meaning, the serpent uncoiled and rose. Its body stretched across the horizon, twisting into the shape of the stars. The people watched, awed by the patterns the serpent made, each twist and turn weaving the threads of destiny.
As the serpent moved, it left a trail of light, the stars forming patterns known only to those who listened with their hearts. The people saw the serpent's path and understood that all things are connected, that the sky and the earth are woven together like the coils of the serpent.
Now, when the night is quiet and the wind stirs softly, the people remember the serpent. They know that it is not the loudest voice that guides them, but the one that speaks in silence.
The serpent still weaves the sky, not with force, but with patience. And through its dance, the stars remind the people that the greatest power lies in balance.
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