Lands from afar said that secrets remained reminisced.
Tender wind of horizons was a message from a pair of ancient times. An oath, sworn 'neath twilight's cloak, embraced by dawn's first glance. Legends of both were that they, as gentle rain, had silk steps over mountains of Aster. Souls, as drops from sunlight poured like healing to travelers of this age.
May oath of perpetual spirits remain as hope to new lands.
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Hopeless lover (
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