sword

∴ she held the belief that I was a creature of the forest, in the dappled evening glow where wolves abound

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however, beneath the boughs, my truth remained concealed—a silent dream of the woodland

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amongst the leaves, my sword lay hidden, crafted from branches with an ancient design • a guardian of nature, my true self revealed —the essence of a soul, a surreal truth

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she saw that my eyes were filled with tales of untamed woods, frolicking with the ever-shifting seasons and

unrestrained moods • in the quiet where wind, fire, earth, and wood converge

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antlers adorned my wooden crown-a symbol of power, a testament to the wild’s renown • through the trees, my truth unfurled-a creature born from the the ancient wood

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she, the truth seeker, delved into my lore, feeling the pulse of the forest’s heart in the quiet between our breaths ∴