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In shadows of the night, where whispers roam,

A woman's hand, a tender, gentle glove,

A child she holds, the future's precious fruit,

A bond so strong, a love so deeply root.

"My darling one," in softest of tones,

A lullaby, a promise she confides,

"In dreams you'll wander, in realms of night,

With powers you'll command, a might so bright."

"But remember, dear, the pledge you've made,

To never harm, to heal instead,

In dreams or in the world, where sun does rise,

To nurture hope, to soothe the skies."

With eyes that shimmered, The child nodded

A silent vow to keep.

As the child grew, she had forgotten of the woman but never the promise she vows to keep


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