Placeholder: [Endor, tattooed Clara Bow warrior] Afrey stands watch from the heights, eyes piercing the veil below. Snatches of dim light whisper between ancient boughs - the old city nestled here since time out of memory, uncounted generations finding refuge within the forest's embrace. Even now, exhausted by the long day's toils, its folk seek the solace of dream. Candles' gentle glow outlines windows and doorways hollowed long ago from living wood. Smoke drifts lazily from the chimney tree at the village [Endor, tattooed Clara Bow warrior] Afrey stands watch from the heights, eyes piercing the veil below. Snatches of dim light whisper between ancient boughs - the old city nestled here since time out of memory, uncounted generations finding refuge within the forest's embrace. Even now, exhausted by the long day's toils, its folk seek the solace of dream. Candles' gentle glow outlines windows and doorways hollowed long ago from living wood. Smoke drifts lazily from the chimney tree at the village

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[Endor, tattooed Clara Bow warrior] Afrey stands watch from the heights, eyes piercing the veil below. Snatches of dim light whisper between ancient boughs - the old city nestled here since time out of memory, uncounted generations finding refuge within the forest's embrace. Even now, exhausted by the long day's toils, its folk seek the solace of dream. Candles' gentle glow outlines windows and doorways hollowed long ago from living wood. Smoke drifts lazily from the chimney tree at the village

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