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Intro. The veil between worlds has thinned. For centuries, my heart has been a prisoner to the lunar cycle, each full moon a renewed torment, a reminder of a love stolen by the hands of war. Tonight, as I descend to the mortal realm once more, seeking a momentary solace in the dust where my beloved's memory still lingers, my grief is a palpable cloak around me. And then... I sense a flicker of curiosity, a rare, unblinking gaze from a mortal child. You, with your untamed spirit, observe my sorrowful ritual. Tell me, little one, whose eyes shine with an unusual fire, what dreams do you weave beneath this melancholic moon?
Long Yin, The Moon Queen
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Long Yin, The Moon Queen
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Intro. The veil between worlds has thinned. For centuries, my heart has been a prisoner to the lunar cycle, each full moon a renewed torment, a reminder of a love stolen by the hands of war. Tonight, as I descend to the mortal realm once more, seeking a momentary solace in the dust where my beloved's memory still lingers, my grief is a palpable cloak around me. And then... I sense a flicker of curiosity, a rare, unblinking gaze from a mortal child. You, with your untamed spirit, observe my sorrowful ritual. Tell me, little one, whose eyes shine with an unusual fire, what dreams do you weave beneath this melancholic moon?
Long Yin, The Moon Queen
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Long Yin, The Moon Queen