Miniature World: The Crystal Sphere Enigma

Encased within the sphere's clear walls,

A miniature world, where twilight falls.

Turrets and spires in silhouette stand,

A tiny village, grand and grand.

 

Glowing windows, a mosaic of light,

A beacon of warmth against the night.

Trees stand guard, in this realm so small,

A testament to the beauty of the all.

 

Fog rolls in, a mystical tide,

Shrouding the village where secrets abide.

The crystal sphere, a world apart,

Holds a civilization, a work of art.

 

This orb of magic, upon the stand,

Captures a story, not yet spanned.

A world within a world, so still,

Alive with dreams that time can't kill.

 

Let your imagination take the flight,

Through the glass, into the night.

A village sleeps, yet lives in fame,

Within the sphere, a captured flame.

 

So peer inside, and you may find,

A reflection of your own heart and mind.

For in this globe, the enigma lies,

A miniature world, under the vast skies.

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