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Lost in shadows deeper than the Shaded Castle, she sits, a lonely sovereign haunted by echoes of battle. Butterflies, ephemeral and fleeting, dance around her form, a poignant dance with mortality, a silent lament for a world she tried, and failed, to save.

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