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In realms untold, in dreams long sealed,
A tapestry of tales concealed.
Many authors, in slumber deep,
Awaken from their tranquil sleep.

From distant lands, they rise anew,
The keepers of imagination true.
In the caverns of creative minds,
Echoes of stories, long confined.

A symphony of quills and ink,
As pens on parchment start to sync.
Words dance like fireflies at dusk,
In the dawn of dreams, they trust.

Nations woven from the threads,
Of narratives that silence sheds.
Authors, once dormant, now arise,
To paint anew their own sunrise.

In realms of fantasy, they tread,
Crafting worlds where dreams are fed.
Characters, with voices strong,
Speak the tales they've harbored long.

Mountains whisper, oceans sigh,
As authors breathe the open sky.
In the tapestry, each thread refined,
A tale reborn, the heart entwined.

With eagerness, they pen their lore,
Recapturing the magic of yore.
Nations rise from quill and scroll,
A revival of stories untold.

In the heart of the fictional expanse,
Imagination takes its chance.
Authors, now wide awake,
Breathe life into worlds they make.

For in their dreams, a world was spun,
And now, the waking has begun.
A chorus of voices, stories unfold,
In the realm where creativity is bold.

So let the wordsmiths weave their dreams,
In the symphony of waking beams.
A saga of nations, pens in hand,
The authors rise, a creative band.