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Upon a throne of silent stone, She dwells in hush and snow, Where mountains meet the edges of the stars’ eternal glow. The auroras ripple overhead—wild ribbons spun from dreams, Their colors braid the heavens with soft incandescent streams.
The forest sighs in slumber, cloaked in icy breath, Yet nothing stirs, save wonder, in this land untouched by death. The figure gazes skyward, where the galaxies ignite, A sentinel of stillness, draped in frost and light.
No words disturb the silence, no time corrodes this view— Just soul and space in balance, where beauty feels most true. Here, the world is whispering, in colors vast and deep— A lullaby of planets sung the hour the earth fell asleep.