Placeholder: your wildwood spirit adapts most fluid to harshest climes, as in these teeming Mega-CityBlocks naught grows but sin and shadow! Now through sensor-slit I catch your lithe form patrolling alleys narrow as any forest trail, yet steel and sludge have replaced sweet bracken. Still do ocher eyes hold woodland's fuegon whilst lids now shield behind visored steel, scanning for lawbreakers with jurist's keen sight. One hand grips photon sidearm tight as any forest witch her stave, passing swift sentence your wildwood spirit adapts most fluid to harshest climes, as in these teeming Mega-CityBlocks naught grows but sin and shadow! Now through sensor-slit I catch your lithe form patrolling alleys narrow as any forest trail, yet steel and sludge have replaced sweet bracken. Still do ocher eyes hold woodland's fuegon whilst lids now shield behind visored steel, scanning for lawbreakers with jurist's keen sight. One hand grips photon sidearm tight as any forest witch her stave, passing swift sentence

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your wildwood spirit adapts most fluid to harshest climes, as in these teeming Mega-CityBlocks naught grows but sin and shadow! Now through sensor-slit I catch your lithe form patrolling alleys narrow as any forest trail, yet steel and sludge have replaced sweet bracken. Still do ocher eyes hold woodland's fuegon whilst lids now shield behind visored steel, scanning for lawbreakers with jurist's keen sight. One hand grips photon sidearm tight as any forest witch her stave, passing swift sentence

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