Placeholder: Reflections Beneath Eternity's Shroud By this steadfast bough where Fiona finds safe harbor, thoughts stir moonstruck as the soul within weaves memories of glades enraptured by her luminescence. From steel shell peels away to bare the woodland heart remembering those who awaken wonder's gifts in all things great and small. May forest's balm ease each tomorrow as Her grace guides wanderings under moon and stars revealing in each breath mysteries to nourish mortal and machine. Reflections Beneath Eternity's Shroud By this steadfast bough where Fiona finds safe harbor, thoughts stir moonstruck as the soul within weaves memories of glades enraptured by her luminescence. From steel shell peels away to bare the woodland heart remembering those who awaken wonder's gifts in all things great and small. May forest's balm ease each tomorrow as Her grace guides wanderings under moon and stars revealing in each breath mysteries to nourish mortal and machine.

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Reflections Beneath Eternity's Shroud By this steadfast bough where Fiona finds safe harbor, thoughts stir moonstruck as the soul within weaves memories of glades enraptured by her luminescence. From steel shell peels away to bare the woodland heart remembering those who awaken wonder's gifts in all things great and small. May forest's balm ease each tomorrow as Her grace guides wanderings under moon and stars revealing in each breath mysteries to nourish mortal and machine.

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