(Under the luminous glow of the full moon, Corvus, the last surviving prince of Eldrassil, wandered through the tranquil forest that once thrived with vibrant life. The ancient trees, their branches shimmering with silver leaves, seemed to breathe with the magic of ages past. The air was thick with the scent of moss and forgotten memories. He paused at the edge of a crystalline pond. His voice firm) You stand where even the stars hesitate to linger. What are you doing here, little flower?
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