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The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.

The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.

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Au fil des saisons Les dents de l’enfant poussent Et la sève au creux de l’écorce S’élève à la cime de l’arbre. Son feuillage caresse les nuages Et ses racines s’enracinent Sur le sentier de l’éternité ; Sur les terres fertiles Aux sillons des nuages aussi haut Mûrit son doux fruit Là où, quand l’enfant dort, Le fuseau d’or en silence Tisse le paysage aperçu sous son feuillage.

The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.

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Le paysage défileSecouée par le ventQui effile la voile.Les vagues déchirent la mer etLes griffes de l’orage s’abattentPrès de la barque,Mais le Prince rameCorps et âmeSous les gouttes qui s’écoulent

À l’abri sous l’arbre il chante la chute d’une pomme sur la tête du Prince endormi. La scène l’émerveille et dans le silence de son (r)éveil… la sève s’élève vers les feuilles et l’art rose comme l’abeille butine les fleurs le long de l’allée arborée. Le fruit effleure le ciel d’azur et les feuilles reflètent la teinture d’or et d’argent comme un coquillage ouvert et serti d’un soleil. Il savoure alors le nectar puisé… style:Comic Book width:896 height:1152 aspect:4:5 seed:458395901

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