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Whispers of Light
In the cradle of existence, she stirs—
A breath, a ripple, a bloom of becoming.
Threads of dawn weave through her essence,
Each strand a hymn to beginnings unbound.
Eyes like mirrors reflecting infinity,
A cosmos in every fleeting glance.
Her laughter—a delicate fracture in silence,
Echoes spilling into the void,
Carving joy from the shapeless.
Time bows to her fragile hands,
Small as whispers, powerful as tides.
The weight of eternity rests softly—
A paradox of strength in vulnerability.
She is the pause between stars,
The rhythm in the pulse of creation.
A promise folded in the creases of now,
Unfurling with every breath.
To her, the world offers its endless canvas.
To you, she gifts the art of wonder.
In her being, light becomes form,
And love, infinite.
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