In shadows deep, where ancient whispers lie,
Seek the temple, where the dark trees sigh.
Beneath the moon's pale, guiding light,
Find the path in the dead of night.
Through the forest, where lost spirits roam,
Past the guardian's silent stone.
In her heart, where time stands still,
A hidden chamber awaits your will.
Gaze upon the stars, the key is there,
Unlock the gem with hope and care.
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The morning air was cold, but inviting as Aeliana and Eldor set out for their hunting expedition. The sun had barely risen, casting a golden hue over the snow-covered landscape, and the two, dressed warmly in layers of fur-lined clothing, ventured into the dense forest, their breath visible in the chilly air.
