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Lilyandra
From a nebulas demise
Her children take to the skies
To find worlds in their beginning
On a fate filled night
The stars shone bright
And the moon hung low like a hunter
The Gods spun a story
The introduction of glory
And a death became life once again
Within the forest floor
That is lonely no more
Lilyandra seduces in celestial hues
The first bloom of color
Inherited from her Mother
She saturated the landscape
On the monochrome land
Footsteps imprinted the sand
Made by the floral goddess Annabeth
She beheld the sight
With her palette of black and white
And the world was changed forever
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