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𝕀ℕ twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A house stands proud in lost array.
With whispers soft and lanterns bright,
It shelters souls of borrowed light.

Eliora weaves the threads of fate,
Her voice a song—both love and weight.
Peregrine guards with watchful eyes,
A home where magic never dies.

Their children dance through time's embrace,
A world unbound, a fleeting place.
Strange and wondrous, fierce and free,
A family bound by destiny.

Through echoes vast and years untold,
Their love remains—forever bold.

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By: SilverMist707

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