Placeholder: For centuries, the Keeper had stood guard, a silent witness to the passage of time, to the rise and fall of empires, to the fleeting nature of mortality. Yet, in this moment, as the petals danced like flames in the darkness, the Keeper felt a stirring within the void of his chest—a whisper of something that felt like sorrow, or perhaps, longing. For centuries, the Keeper had stood guard, a silent witness to the passage of time, to the rise and fall of empires, to the fleeting nature of mortality. Yet, in this moment, as the petals danced like flames in the darkness, the Keeper felt a stirring within the void of his chest—a whisper of something that felt like sorrow, or perhaps, longing.

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For centuries, the Keeper had stood guard, a silent witness to the passage of time, to the rise and fall of empires, to the fleeting nature of mortality. Yet, in this moment, as the petals danced like flames in the darkness, the Keeper felt a stirring within the void of his chest—a whisper of something that felt like sorrow, or perhaps, longing.

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For centuries, the Keeper had stood guard, a silent witness to the passage of time, to the rise and fall of empires, to the fleeting nature of mortality. Yet, in this moment, as the petals danced like flames in the darkness, the Keeper felt a stirring within the void of his chest—a whisper of something that felt like sorrow, or perhaps, longing.
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