Whispers of the moon haunt the fern-cloaked glades, where ethereal echoes breathe life into petrified ritual; a tapestry woven from the fibers of ancient lovers.
In their ultimate act of imploring divinity, they inscribed ailments upon their skin, markings of the forgotten, codes of silent resolve.
The wind carries tales of what was, stories wrapped in twilight shadows, tales of stardust and talons where silence is sown. Fevered dreams emerge; floating whimsies fuse into the salted realms of thought.
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