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Meridian
“From lunar realms, a spirit bright
Descended on the forest's night,
A moon sphere form, ethereal and pale;
By Gaia's touch, began to exhale.
With roots of earth and starlight's gleam,
She bloomed anew, a vibrant dream,
The silver turned to emerald green,
A guardian's heart, forever keen.
No longer bound to lunar sway,
Now a forest spirit, come what may.
—Webspun Tales - Meep
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