Hymn to the Feywild

The winds whisper secrets through leaves of emerald and gold, carrying melodies upon their breath. A symphony echoes from a heart/the soul/ancient roots, a hymn to the bright/everlasting/shifting beauty of the Feywild. Here, where illusions dance, the faint/gentle/ethereal light of starlight paints the sky/the trees/our eyes with wonder/magic/encha

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