As twilight gently grows, the faerieprincesses dwell,
In homes of crystal minarets and gardens that compel.
Their yards bloom with flowers of alien hues,
A rainbow symphony, morning's gentle dews.
Cobblestone paths, beneath a starlit sky,
Weave through the village where dreams never die.
Shimmering markets with wares from afar,
Jewels and silks, under the twin moons' bizarre.
Businesses hum with a melodic charm,
Crafts of light, spells to disarm.
Children dance in the meadow's embrace,
Laughter echoing in this enchanted place.
Yet in the heart of this idyllic scene,
A shadow stirs, unseen, obscene.
An ancient evil, its aura spreads,
Turning joy to dread, light to reds.
Slowly tainting all within its reach,
With whispers of darkness, it begins to teach.
The faerieprincesses, their hearts once pure,
Now feel the demon's touch, subtle, obscure.
Hope battles the creeping night,
In this village, where faeries fight,
Against the taint of evil’s lore,
To reclaim the light they adore.
[ 32k photograph, uhd, ornately detailed, very detailed background]
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