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smiled softly, a dot beneath its curve: “Without me, no house is built, no door opens. I am the embrace of language.”

arched its neck like a proud horse, carrying the sounds of valleys and secrets: “I am the wind in the palm groves, the call of the traveler at dawn.” msabqat alhrwf

In the silent courtyard of ink and paper, the letters gathered one moonlit night. stood tall, straight as a lance, proud and solitary, whispering: “I am the beginning, the first breath of all names.” smiled softly, a dot beneath its curve: “Without

— deep as a well, round as an eye — spoke nothing, but all letters felt its gaze. “I see what you cannot write,” it said. “I am the silence that carries your sound.” no house is built