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When the Skies Fall Silent

Under the moon’s forlorn gaze, feathers descending in a silent blaze, Mysteries swirl where the night hides its tales, in the rush of ghostly trails. The city sleeps, unaware of the ballet, as wings surrender to the somber ballet. Shall dawn echo with songs no more, or will the heavens their chorus restore?

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When the Skies Fall Silent