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In the veiled whispers of twilight, beneath the watchful eyes of a thousand raven wings, a vision seizes my spirit, carrying it across the murky bounds of the seen and unseen. The air thickens with the scent of impending change, a tapestry woven by invisible threads of fate. A Princess, garbed in moonlight silver and sorrow, emerges from the shadows of an ancient and forgotten wood. Her eyes, pools of starless night, reflect a realm bereft of hope. She wanders, a specter among the living, her steps silent upon the fallen leaves. Bound by a curse as old as the stars themselves, her heart beats-an echo of lost love and a future unwritten. Beside a fire that whispers secrets into the cold embrace of the dark, a General stands resolute, his countenance etched with the scars of countless battles. In his hand, a blade that sings of valor and despair, its edge as sharp as his resolve. He seeks the key to unlock the curse that chains the Princess to her spectral fate, his soul a fortress against the shadows that claw at the edges of his will. And there, between the dance of light and shadow, the specter of a curse-a beast woven from the darkest incantations, its eyes the embers of malice. It prowls the boundary between what is known and what is feared, its presence a blight upon the land. - Valravn `\@/' Neutral Mudang Hyul 143 4th Moon | |