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She rises from violet flame, a daughter of murmuring stars, Soft gold trembling in her hands, as if holding the night’s pulse. A crescent leans to kiss her hair, clouds swirl like painted hush; Every shadow bows to her, every light kneels in blush. Oh, Bella Luna, girl carved from quiet fire, you are the place where night learns how to become desire.