Through silver boughs and whispered light,
The veil was torn, the world turned bright.
A stag of stars, with antlers wide,
Stepped forth from where the secrets hide.

The gathered souls, with breath held tight,
Felt time dissolve in endless night.
A voice unspoken, soft yet clear,
Sang of the past and what draws near.

Not beast, nor god, yet something more
A keeper of the ancient lore.
In glowing pulse and spectral breath,
It wove the fate of life and death.

The circle stood, their vows unknown,
As Luminara claimed the throne.

Aurelia Flow

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