WE ARE THE VOICE OF HISTORY

In shadowed grace, she strolls, a nocturnal nymph
Through skies devoid of veils, a celestial realm;
Where shadows dance with radiant gleam,
her gaze, the nexus of obsidian and beam.
Softly hued to an affectionate glow,
Denied to the ostentatious light of day…

Denied to the ostentatious light of day,
She seeks solace in the moon’s ethereal sway.
Her touch, a whisper on the sleeping grass,
Waking dreams where slumbered wonders pass.

With moonbeams spun, her gown begins to flow,
A luminous cascade where secrets softly grow.
Whispers of starlight paint her raven hair,
And stardust paints a map across her stare.

No mortal path her footsteps shall confine,
She treads the velvet edge where shadows twine.
A hidden queen in her celestial reign,
Where stars bow low to greet her whispered name.

So let her wander, veiled in twilight’s grace,
A nocturnal nymph, in this ethereal space.
For in the hushed and moonlit hours untold,
Her truest beauty, free from day, unfolds.

2395 Years Later

Denied to the ostentatious light of day,
She seeks solace in the moon’s ethereal sway.
Her touch, a whisper on the sleeping grass,
Waking dreams where slumbered wonders pass.

With moonbeams spun, her gown begins to flow,
A luminous cascade where secrets softly grow.
Whispers of starlight paint her raven hair,
And stardust paints a map across her stare.

No mortal path her footsteps shall confine,
She treads the velvet edge where shadows twine.
A hidden queen in her celestial reign,
Where stars bow low to greet her whispered name.

So let her wander, veiled in twilight’s grace,
A nocturnal nymph, in this ethereal space.
For in the hushed and moonlit hours untold,
Her truest beauty, free from day, unfolds.

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