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In the twilight of the forgotten world, where the roots of reality entwine with dreams, a tree of light ascends, threading golden paths through the cosmos. Here, beneath a bleeding moon, the wanderer walks the mirrored path of stars, seeking the pulse of creation itself. Each step echoes in the void, where destiny and delirium dance in luminous harmony.
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