
In the shadow of the towering trees, where the whispers of the wind meet the rustling leaves, a prophecy unfolds like petals in the dawn. Behold the widowbird, draped in ebony plumage, a harbinger of change, destined to challenge the unjust hierarchy that looms over the realm. In the heart of oppression, where the mighty prey upon the meek, the widowbird shall rise from the ashes of grief, a widow no more, but a warrior with wings of midnight silk, from the depths of sorrow, strength shall be forged, and the widowbird's journey will be etched in the annals of fate. With a beak as sharp as justice and talons that grip the threads of destiny, the widowbird shall soar through the heavens, rallying those who have suffered under the weight of tyranny. Its song, a symphony of rebellion, will echo through the lands, awakening the spirits of the downtrodden. As the widowbird ascends, its ebony wings shall cast a shadow upon the thrones of the unjust, causing them to tremble with fear. In the moonlit gatherings of the oppressed, the widowbird will be hailed as a savior, a celestial force that defies the boundaries set by the powerful. ┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛Todos los derechos reservados
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