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A YOUTH ENSCORED BENEATH THE VEIL OF MIDNIGHT'S SHADE.
POISED IN THE HEART OF A MOON-DRENCHED NOCTURNE A RESPLENDENT SCULPTURE. 🫀
He stood not as mere flesh and blood, but as a sublime effigy of transcendence — a living sculpture hewn by exquisite intent. Each of his being, from the delicate curve of his jaw to the dignified slope of his shoulders, bore the mark of a masterpiece. Stillness converged upon him, woven with threads of eternity, until he seemed no longer a lad — a testament to the artistry of the gods, enduring in silence beneath the moon's eternal gaze. @TheEldraeth's Raven Warden.
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A YOUTH ENSCORED BENEATH THE VEIL OF MIDNIGHT'S SHADE.
POISED IN THE HEART OF A MOON-DRENCHED NOCTURNE A RESPLENDENT SCULPTURE. 🫀
He stood not as mere flesh and blood, but as a sublime effigy of transcendence — a living sculpture hewn by exquisite intent. Each of his being, from the delicate curve of his jaw to the dignified slope of his shoulders, bore the mark of a masterpiece. Stillness converged upon him, woven with threads of eternity, until he seemed no longer a lad — a testament to the artistry of the gods, enduring in silence beneath the moon's eternal gaze. @TheEldraeth's Raven Warden.
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I am the knight destined to raze the infernal abyss. The underworld overflows with crimson— (&.) ere long, frost shall descend. There burns within me an honor fierce as demise itself, much like whose suffering stirs upheaval among the throng, yet still absolves the hand that wields the cleaver.
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I am the knight destined to raze the infernal abyss. The underworld overflows with crimson— (&.) ere long, frost shall descend. There burns within me an honor fierce as demise itself, much like whose suffering stirs upheaval among the throng, yet still absolves the hand that wields the cleaver.
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