Placeholder: In a fantasmagoric scene, amidst the swirling mists of a mystical realm, there emerges Serpent Lebe, the mythical ancestor of fertility. Serpent Lebe coils and undulates with an otherworldly grace, its scales shimmering with ethereal light. The air is thick with the scent of ancient magic, and the ground beneath trembles with the power of creation. In a fantasmagoric scene, amidst the swirling mists of a mystical realm, there emerges Serpent Lebe, the mythical ancestor of fertility. Serpent Lebe coils and undulates with an otherworldly grace, its scales shimmering with ethereal light. The air is thick with the scent of ancient magic, and the ground beneath trembles with the power of creation.

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In a fantasmagoric scene, amidst the swirling mists of a mystical realm, there emerges Serpent Lebe, the mythical ancestor of fertility. Serpent Lebe coils and undulates with an otherworldly grace, its scales shimmering with ethereal light. The air is thick with the scent of ancient magic, and the ground beneath trembles with the power of creation.

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