Though their gentle vessels wounded by the winter's ice shroud, they wrote words that glowed like an elven city beneath the aurora borealis. Even in silence, their words whispered hope, refusing to be encroached upon by the creeping tendrils of dusk. They found peace, becoming a guiding light for others that lost in the shadows. Their words offered comfort to those who sought refuge in the sanctuary of their poetry.
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