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فکرشو نمیکردی نه؟ منم فکرشو نمیکر_☀️☀️☀️

(مطه نیم ساعت از شادی داشت تشنج میکرد)

Behold the flame and fire, inextricably bound, Fates entwined like lightning in the void profound. The Sun stands witness to the light that shall endure, The fire’s spark that wakes with every hour. If light should fade and cold consume the blaze, In ash and silence, no trace remains to praise. But if two flames should dance and interweave, Together they shall light the dark with breath. Again comes time for the great conflict’s call, Dark and Light, poised on the edge of all. Those who hold the two sacred powers’ sway, Shall either turn to dust or stand to stay. In the depth of night, a sleeping light resides, A spark in silence, by no shadow hides. Destiny is woven in their hands alone, Warriors of two worlds, guardians of the unknown. Keepers of the secret, the Sun’s fierce ray, And the Fire’s soul, at the breaking of the day. Or surrender all to the ashes’ cold decay.

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