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A thick fog, swirling around in an intricate pattern.

Hidden deep beneath the swirling fog, lies a pearl.

A bright white light, its glow agog.

The fog around it, thick and deep,

A shroud that masks the pearl from view.

Doubts and fears, in sorrow it sleeps,

Its lustrous sheen, hidden from the few.

But still it glows, steadfast,

The pearl, bright and pure,

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a symbol of hope and strength,

yet the fog, dense and heavy,

casts shadows of doubt and fear.

Amidst the swirling mist,

the pearl remains unseen,

buried deep within the sorrows,

of the person it represents.

"Such beautiful soul…" A beautiful soothing voice resounds. "Such intricate patterns… aah, I can only imagine what she would look like under all that fog…" The owner of the voice walks up to the glass wall to look deeper into what has gotten her so… in heat.

"I want it, I want her… but I suppose I'll have to wait… I can't wait enough for the time of your return, my dear…" And the beautiful woman walks back to her throne, and continues watching over the city she owns.

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