Ah, seeker of splendor, delay thy wandering feet, For I bear tidings of Hearts at Dusk, a tale bittersweet. Two souls entwined, yet sundered by celestial design, Their love a fleeting ember, their fate less benign.
Come to Gaia Theatre, where the heavens sigh, And love’s eternal ache shall pierce the sky. Be swift, my friend, and take thy place, Before this tale of passion fades, without a trace.
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