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Launchthemonkey,pioneerofstellardreams.
The ardor of the soul, the passion rises...
Strength
Force
The embrace of nature, will arises, Green as foliage, depth surprises. Each sense roots in ardor’s zeal, Perfection’s path, an endless wheel.
You work 8
to live 4
In the tempest’s swirling embrace,
Hope’s bastard child finds its place. A future uncertain, dreams ignite, Each shadow chased by the dawn’s light.
