Mist-wrapped peaks bow beneath the weight of time, while tower-high glances chase moments that climb—a steed of shadows fleeing through the air. The sky drowns in ink, but paints the moon so bare; all fates and feelings stain the scroll divine. What lingers past the brush? Just stars, and wine.
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