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AS THE FIRMAMENT BOWS LOW,
Angelica Lunairy rises—luminous
and undeterred.
Amidst the weary ticking of life’s timeworn dial, there lies a moment held still—where the cosmos, in its hush, murmurs thy name beneath the hush of the void. Thou comest as an interlude within disarray; thy smile, not merely sweet, but a balm unto tempests. The manner in which thou lovest—tender, voiceless—suffices to cradle a heart verging upon fracture. In thee, I behold the clandestine love entrusted by the Divine—a whisper that goodness yet lingers, and gentleness hath not perished.
This day marketh not just a shift in number, but a quiet parchment painted by the heavens in thine honor. I bring neither star nor bloom, “if time held tongue, it would confess that each second near thee longs to stretch into forever, for thy presence rendereth the world a home I never wish to depart.” I carry but a wish—to remain by thy side in the slow unraveling of time. Thou art the warmest corner of my universe, and in all the dimness, may thou ever gleam.
Rooted in veneration,
now blossoms upon the soil
of unwavering faith—
Reedric Hassle.
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