Delicate wings, a fragile display,

Patterns of beauty in colors that play.

Each curve, each vein, a tale untold,

A story etched in crimson and gold.

Some are bold, with jagged lines,

A clash of shades, where chaos shines.

Like lovers who fight, yet cannot part,

Their discord the rhythm of one wild heart.

Others are soft, in hues that blend,

A quiet harmony, no need to pretend.

Like friendships t...

In a world cloaked in perpetual twilight, the hum of machinery was the only companion to silence. The air hung thick with the scent of oil and decay, and the skies were veiled by an impenetrable layer of ash. This was a place where nature had become a whisper, a forgotten echo swallowed by the relentless march of industry. And in this desolate world, Aldric found solace in the abandoned library.

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