In lands where whispers weave their tales,
Through forests deep and mountains tall,
Echoes of ancient voices call.
A hero's journey, bold and true,
With trials faced and fears subdued.
A maiden fair with eyes of fire,
A wizard wise, with magic dire.
Across the seas of time they sail,
Legends etched on parchment old,
Inscribed with words of shining gold.
Each chapter turned, each verse unfolds,
In the tapestry where fate enfolds.
For in this realm where dreams prevail,
Every heart finds its own tale.
The echoes of the past draw near.
Each soul finds its own fairy tale.
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Isra
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