Beneath the boughs where shadows creep,
A child will wake from endless sleep.
With eyes like stars and heart untamed,
The land shall know her by no name.
Through winds that call and skies that weep,
She'll tread where silent rivers sleep,
In realms where time and dreams entwine,
Her soul shall dance on threads divine.
She is the spark, the breaking dawn,
A flame that flickers, yet will spawn
A light to guide the lost and wild,
The chosen keeper—nature's child.
The whispering gears, the roots, the trees,
Shall bend and bow to her with ease.
The silver moon, her steadfast guide,
Shall carve her path where shadows hide.
Through twisted paths and tangled lore,
She'll face the dark, and then restore
What once was broken, lost, and gone,
Her strength shall rise like the sun at dawn.
But in her wake, a storm shall roar,
A beast unbound from ancient lore.
A power bound to none but she,
Her heart alone the key to see.
Yet fear not, child, for all is known—
The thread of fate is fully sewn.
The moon shall rise, the winds will wail,
And she shall walk the destined trail.
Her name will echo through the years,
A tale of joy, and of great fears,
But in the end, her soul will rise—
The land redeemed beneath her eyes.
And so the moon shall guide her true,
For all the world awaits her view—
The prophecy, the silver light,
It speaks of one who ends the night.
She is the spark, the final breath,
The end of sorrow, end of death.
Her heart, her soul, her destiny,
Will bind the land in harmony.
In silence deep, the land shall wait,
For her to walk through heaven's gate.
Then, by the moon, her tale unfolds—
The silver moon, her fate foretold.
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The Hollow Woods and the Clockwork Wolves
AdventureIn a world where magic ebbs and flows like a living tide, the mysterious Hollow Woods have long been a place of whispered legends and shadowed truths. When Lila, a young woman burdened by the weight of never quite belonging, stumbles into this other...
