A TRUE ALPHA
In the twilight's glow,
Whispers of the ancients rise,
Stars weave fate's own thread.
Cloaked in silver mist,
He walks where shadows converge,
Guiding lost souls home.
With every heartbeat,
The earth hums a sacred song,
Life's pulse intertwines.
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