Placeholder: In the enchanted forest, Sir Aldric faces the fearsome hydra, A dance of valor and surrealism in a realm of twisted dreams. The mist-clad battleground echoes with the clash of sword and scale, As the knight fights not for fear but for his kingdom's honor. Reality merges with imagination, blurring the lines of what is real, Colors dance, and the forest holds its breath, in awe of the spectacle. A tapestry of legends is woven, as heroism and surrealism collide, The forest becomes a stage, shadows In the enchanted forest, Sir Aldric faces the fearsome hydra, A dance of valor and surrealism in a realm of twisted dreams. The mist-clad battleground echoes with the clash of sword and scale, As the knight fights not for fear but for his kingdom's honor. Reality merges with imagination, blurring the lines of what is real, Colors dance, and the forest holds its breath, in awe of the spectacle. A tapestry of legends is woven, as heroism and surrealism collide, The forest becomes a stage, shadows

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In the enchanted forest, Sir Aldric faces the fearsome hydra, A dance of valor and surrealism in a realm of twisted dreams. The mist-clad battleground echoes with the clash of sword and scale, As the knight fights not for fear but for his kingdom's honor. Reality merges with imagination, blurring the lines of what is real, Colors dance, and the forest holds its breath, in awe of the spectacle. A tapestry of legends is woven, as heroism and surrealism collide, The forest becomes a stage, shadows

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