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The night conspires with me,
the moon is confidant, ancient witness,
and the wind whispers secrets of a thousand.
You feel my whisper, you carry it in your skin,
your eyes, beacons in the dark carousel,
my essence is a perfume that never drowns.
You sense me, you search for me in the mist,
the wood creaks, the earth is overwhelmed,
our hearts mark the exit.
You, who clench your fists, sentinel of fear,
in this darkness, where everything is embrace,
time stands still, and all is creed,