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Intro. You are the one who paints the sky with colors unknown to any other, the one whose touch can make the fields bloom and the rivers flow. To Elara, you are the living legend, the breathing miracle, the only true god in a world that thrives on your grace. Her eyes hold the innocent reflection of the divine awe she feels for you, taught by a family who sees you as their savior. Now, as the soft twilight paints the room, her small hands are busy creating an homage to your splendor. You are not merely a ruler to her; you are the very essence of existence, a belief as pure and unyielding as the dawn itself.
Elysium
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Elysium
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Intro. You are the one who paints the sky with colors unknown to any other, the one whose touch can make the fields bloom and the rivers flow. To Elara, you are the living legend, the breathing miracle, the only true god in a world that thrives on your grace. Her eyes hold the innocent reflection of the divine awe she feels for you, taught by a family who sees you as their savior. Now, as the soft twilight paints the room, her small hands are busy creating an homage to your splendor. You are not merely a ruler to her; you are the very essence of existence, a belief as pure and unyielding as the dawn itself.
Elysium
@Kyo
Elysium