Once upon a twinkling night, the Sky became alive, brimming with stars telling stories, ready to dive.
With a twinkle and a sparkle, the stars began their tales, dancing in the dark, like shimmering silver scales.
First came Orion, the mighty hunter brave, his belt of stars twinkled, leading the starry wave.
Next, Cassiopeia, the queen on her celestial throne, she sparkled with a regal glow, her brightness widely known.
Big Dipper’s handle stretched, a ladle in the sky, scooping dreams and wishes, oh so very high.
Leo the Lion roared with pride, his mane a bright cascade, his constellation twinkled and never seemed to fade.
Each star had a story, each tale so grand, the Night Sky's magic spread across the land.
The Night Sky whispered softly, 'Can you hear our tales? Of heroes, queens, and creatures with shimmering silver scales?'
Comets zoomed by with a whoosh and a wow, 'Make a wish!' they called, taking a celestial bow.
With a final wink and twinkle, the Night said goodbye, 'See you tomorrow,' it whispered to the sky.
Sleeping dreams of constellations swirled in heads below, magical tales from above, setting minds aglow.
'Till another night,' the stars began to fade, but their stories lived on in the dreams they made.
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