Placeholder: [Endor, tattooed Clara Bow warrior] The old city nestled safe below Clara Bow's perch, where ancient boughs shelter folk through generations uncounted. Dim lights through leaves whispered of hearths' gentle glow outlining doorways and windows holled from living wood long ago. Tattoos shivered subtly on zephyrs that spoke of the forest's deep vigils through eons of magic flowing bittersweet as years weighed upon her. For as long as one Ewok sheltered here her oath was welded into soul: sentinel [Endor, tattooed Clara Bow warrior] The old city nestled safe below Clara Bow's perch, where ancient boughs shelter folk through generations uncounted. Dim lights through leaves whispered of hearths' gentle glow outlining doorways and windows holled from living wood long ago. Tattoos shivered subtly on zephyrs that spoke of the forest's deep vigils through eons of magic flowing bittersweet as years weighed upon her. For as long as one Ewok sheltered here her oath was welded into soul: sentinel

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[Endor, tattooed Clara Bow warrior] The old city nestled safe below Clara Bow's perch, where ancient boughs shelter folk through generations uncounted. Dim lights through leaves whispered of hearths' gentle glow outlining doorways and windows holled from living wood long ago. Tattoos shivered subtly on zephyrs that spoke of the forest's deep vigils through eons of magic flowing bittersweet as years weighed upon her. For as long as one Ewok sheltered here her oath was welded into soul: sentinel

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