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The red-eyed owl, a silent guide,Leans close against the velvet night,Where crimson petals softly hideThe stolen gleam of pale moonlight.With lace of shadows on her skin,And crown of roses burning deep,A quiet magic stirs withinThe secrets that the forest keeps.Two gazes locked in scarlet grace,Bound by a wild and ancient thread,They watch the fading world erase,Where dreamers fear to tread.