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In the quiet interlude between dusk and dawn,
Morrigan drifts, a spectral silhouette in the human realm,
Unraveled from the celestial tapestry, adrift and unaware.
Veiled in a cloak of mortal guise,
Yet harboring a soul unfamiliar with its terrestrial sheath,
A wanderer lost in the labyrinth of earthly existence.
They tread softly, feeling the pulse of life’s cadence,
In sync with the symphony of fleeting moments,
Sensing the echoes of souls transitioning, yet uncomprehending.
Morrigan, a nomad of enigmatic aura,
Invisible threads of cosmic destiny woven into their being,
A wanderer, estranged from the whispers of the stars.
Misunderstood, they navigate this terrain,
A puzzle to mortal eyes, a riddle unsolved,
Seeking solace in the quiet corners of the world.
Nature becomes their sanctuary,
Amidst rustling leaves and whispered secrets,
Yearning to decipher the elusive truths within.
An encounter, a gentle touch from a kindred spirit,
Elara, a beacon amid the fog of uncertainty,
A companion in the journey…
