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“Moonlit nights and dew-kissed morns,
Devotion like a rose with thorns. A love
forbidden—fate’s cruel twists adorned,
In silent anguish, their hearts were torn.”

› VERSE III: “NOW BORE THE WEIGHT
OF HIS OWN AFFECTION.”
... (Footnote: INA version.)

Psyche, a mortal blessed with a luminous spirit that shines like a distant star against the canvas of the universe. With each step she takes, she unfurls the delicate petals of her existence—revealing the intricate layers that love weaves within the very fabric of her being. Under the vast canopy of an endless night—her heart becomes an enigma, a mosaic of emotions, desires, and dreams.


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