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  • (a whimsical excerpt from a nonexistent adventure story on ancient Earth)

    Despite our many differences that hang between us like beaded curtains of iridescent colors, odd sizes, and shapes, we make our march to battle, side by side she and I. Our strides they fall together, with a rhythm drumming a singularity of fates.

    This is a magical night, born of wizardry and unlikely loves. There are to be glorious deeds wrought by us this eve, and the moon stands before the clouds to bear witness the fray we face united, as we march toward the fight.

    It is for love we fight, and the moon stands before the clouds, there to behold this sight.

    For love, we make this stand, and the moon is before the clouds tonight.
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