"Blue flowers bloom in the garden, fragile petals in the breeze,
A butterfly dances, unaware of the storm that's coming.
Blood will spill in shadows, where laughter fades to cries,
The butterfly's wings are clipped, as the blue flower dies."
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Pale and soft, the Moon rises in the quiet of the night, casting its gentle glow over all below. It is constant, serene, and unmoving, a silent beauty that never demands attention. Though its light is subtle, it is deeply felt by those who gaze upon it. The Moon does not chase, but it is desired by many—loved from afar. It watches the world with gentle eyes, untouched by the chaos around it, but its heart, too, carries its own unspoken ache. It longs to be seen in return, to be held in the warmth it so freely offers. Yet, it remains a distant hope, forever out of reach for those who desire it most.
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
☆AEMOND TARGARYEN☽
THE STARS
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Far above, in the endless expanse, countless points of light twinkle in the night sky—distant, cold, yet undeniably beautiful. The Stars burn with a quiet brilliance, unnoticed by most, yet they see everything. Their gaze is always drawn to the Moon, and in its pale light, they find a reflection of their own longing. A love that neither distance nor time can quiet, though it remains unspoken. A love shared but not fully realized, like a silent understanding between two souls who need each other more than they know.
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
☆ AEGON TARGARYEN☽
THE SUN
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