RoyalTime
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The mountain stands beyond the mortal world, its peak lost in sea-bound mist.
A lone crane soars through silver clouds, its cry fading like a dream adrift.
Beneath the pines, a wanderer walks, his robes kissed by autumn’s breath.
Each step a tale, each sigh a song, his past engraved in dust and death.
The river sings of fleeting years, its ripples carving stone and fate.
What is power? What is loss? The heavens turn yet do not wait.
Moonlight spills on jade-carved halls, where whispers linger, faint and old.
Once hands grasped at fleeting thrones, now echoes fill the empty cold.
A sword untouched by time or rust still hums of battles long since passed.
The victor fades, the hero wanes, yet legends in the night shall last.
Dew on grass, frost on tile, the seasons shift and souls depart.
One drinks deep from heaven’s gate, yet longing lingers in the heart.
Across the void, a shadow strides, his eyes like stars, his soul untamed.
His path is long, his dreams unbound, yet dust and wind shall know his name.
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Gu zhen ren should learn something from this senior daoist
A lone crane soars through silver clouds, its cry fading like a dream adrift.
Beneath the pines, a wanderer walks, his robes kissed by autumn’s breath.
Each step a tale, each sigh a song, his past engraved in dust and death.
The river sings of fleeting years, its ripples carving stone and fate.
What is power? What is loss? The heavens turn yet do not wait.
Moonlight spills on jade-carved halls, where whispers linger, faint and old.
Once hands grasped at fleeting thrones, now echoes fill the empty cold.
A sword untouched by time or rust still hums of battles long since passed.
The victor fades, the hero wanes, yet legends in the night shall last.
Dew on grass, frost on tile, the seasons shift and souls depart.
One drinks deep from heaven’s gate, yet longing lingers in the heart.
Across the void, a shadow strides, his eyes like stars, his soul untamed.
His path is long, his dreams unbound, yet dust and wind shall know his name.
***
Gu zhen ren should learn something from this senior daoist
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