Nostiriel

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Chapter text In realms where shadows softly weep, Nostiriel, in darkness, does he keep. A god of melancholia, his solemn art, A symphony of sorrow, a masterpiece of heart. A dance of hues within his eyes, Mirrors the seas, where sorrow lies. A god of depth, of poignant grace, Whispers of sadness in his embrace. Nostiriel, in the shadows' embrace, Inspires art, a somber grace. In the heart's quiet, his whispers sing, A god of melancholy, eternal spring.

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