The trees, like sentinels of old, Would stand and listen, their leaves unfold, The creatures, wild and free, Would gather 'round, entranced by her melody.
The effect was immediate. Flowers began to bloom around her, and the creatures of the forest gathered, mesmerized by the beauty of the melody. A deer stepped forward, its hooves hitting the earth in a rhythmic pattern that complemented Aria's song. The marks on the tree began to glow, pulsing with a soft, ethereal light. nympho melody marks hitting the mark new
With every note, she'd weave a spell, Hitting the mark, her music would compel, The forest's rhythm, wild and true, Was reflected in her song anew. The trees, like sentinels of old, Would stand
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