In the shimmering shade of a crystal glade,

The Echoing Caves of Crystal-Clangor laid,

Twiddle-Twink found a tune adrift in the breeze,

A melody seeking the Harmonic Keys.

With a step and a hop through the cavern’s mouth,

He followed the song that travelled south.

The crystals hummed with a magical glow,

As the echoes built a symphonic show.

Deep in the heart where the whispers walked,

Twiddle-Twink listened, the crystals talked.

Each sound he made, a light would reply,

In a dance of shades that pleased the eye.

A riddle of echoes, the cavern’s test,

A labyrinthine quest that gave no rest.

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A chorus of colours, a radiant choir,

Guided Twiddle-Twink ever higher.

Past the stalactites and the mirrored pools,

Where the silence of ages and mystery rules.

The Whisper-Whistle Crystal, with voice so thin,

Lay pure and clear, calling him in.

With care he tread, where the echoes grew,

Each step he made, the brighter they flew.

In the chamber’s heart, under a stone so grand,

The crystal awaited Twiddle-Twink’s gentle hand.

The Harmony Convergence was near its start,

He rushed with the gem clutched to his heart.

The valley awaited, its fate in his paws,

As he ran to the Conductor without a pause.

With the spell complete, as night drew in,

Twiddle-Twink mused on the echoes within.

In his Dreamy-Box, as stars watched from above,

He drifted to dreams on the waves of love.