"In the twilight of the emerald sky, Where the stars weave threads of memory, A warrior of grace shall stand alone, With a heart of light and a path unknown.

A wound not seen but deeply sown, Will call her forth from hearth and home. The force shall whisper, soft but clear, Of sacrifice, of loss, of shadowed fear.

By blood and name she bears the weight, But darkness draws her toward her fate. Beneath the twin moons, where echoes cry, A guardian’s soul will rise and die.

Yet from her fall, new seeds shall grow, As tears and hope begin to flow. For in the shadow of her final breath, The light shall bloom beyond her death."