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From a nebulas demise

Her children take to the skies

To find worlds in their beginning


On a fate filled night

The stars shone bright

And the moon hung low like a hunter


The Gods spun a story

The introduction of glory

And a death became life once again


Within the forest floor

That is lonely no more

Lilyandra seduces in celestial hues


The first bloom of color

Inherited from her Mother

She saturated the landscape


On the monochrome land

Footsteps imprinted the sand

Made by the floral goddess Annabeth


She beheld the sight

With her palette of black and white

And the world was changed forever

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