"Upon the arrival of spring, vibrant colors emerged, accompanied by a chorus of laughter. A sense of tranquility enveloped us, as gentle hands provided safety. However, amidst this secure embrace, tragedy struck—one hand was lost to death, while another forcefully seized what remained. As the colors gradually diminished, spring faded into oblivion, yielding to an overwhelming darkness as the final remnants of light were extinguished. Ultimately, in solitude, she ascended to her pinnacle, forever designated as the 'Queen of Darkness.'"
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