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Her eyes were a hooded magic, a mystic wood, stormy sea.
Protective of a soul inexperienced, too pure to set forth, roam free.
The outside world was a vortex, shadowy nymphs and conspiring trees.
Hungry for her essence, a delicate golden glow, as fragile as autumn leaves.
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