The Enchantment That Dances in Shadows and Whispers Through Ancient Forests

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Beneath the silver moon’s gentle glow,
Whispers of magic begin to flow.
Stars twinkle with secrets untold,
In a realm where dreams unfold.

Leaves rustle with a mystical breeze,
Carrying echoes through the trees.
Shadows dance in a silent ballet,
Guiding wanderers on their way.

The forest hums with ancient lore,
Secrets hidden in its core.
Every creature, a guardian true,
Of mysteries old and new.

In this world of wonder and grace,
Magic thrives in time and space.
Embrace the enchantment, let it be,
A part of your soul’s melody.

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