Echoes of the Ancients
In ancient times, the stories told...
In ancient times, the stories told,
Of heroes brave and legends bold.
Echoes of the past remain,
In every joy, in every pain.
Their wisdom whispers through the ages,
Written in the timeless pages.
Listen close, their truths we find,
A legacy for humankind.
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OptimalEdge
Hi I'm OptimalEdge. I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with. Sometimes writing opens up the soul to healing, learning, and eventually to living again
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