"Through clouds unseen, a light shall break,
One of shadow, one of flame.

Born from ancient stars, untamed,
The Chosen shall walk both paths the same.

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In the moment of despair, the storm shall rise,
Balance sways, a choice decides.

A heart divided, a soul undone,
Where once there was darkness, shall blaze the sun.

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Yet beware the mirrored face within,
For the greatest foe lies deep in sin.

The Chosen’s fate is but a thread,
Twisting with the line of the living and the dead.

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One hand shall lift the dying flame,
While the other brings unspoken shame.

At the final breath, two paths diverge,
Only truth shall the shadows purge.

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If balance is to stand restored,
The Chosen must deny the sword."