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  On Andallys, where skies gleam bright,

  A bastion stood, defying might.

  Where humans thrived, unbowed, unbent,

  Their will a flame, their pride unspent.

  From genius born, young Lumi came,

  A child of craft, a daughter of flame.

  Her father, an artisan of living art,

  With life he sculpted, a master’s heart.

  Lumi’s empathy, a boundless stream,

  Would weave itself in every dream.

  No sorrow passed her tender gaze,

  No soul was lost within her rays.

  She wished the world could share her glow,

  To cast away the weight of woe.

  Though knowing such a dream was far,

  She chased it still, her guiding star.

  Her mother, a queen of wiles and words,

  Who spun her webs like fleeting birds.

  A mind of steel, a will so clear,

  Her voice could shape what others fear.

  Together they wove a fragile peace,

  A place where human dreams could cease

  To be but whispers, crushed and small,

  And rise as beacons, seen by all.

  But Lumi, young, her heart was free,

  She sought not politics’ cold decree.

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  In secret groves where wonders grew,

  She shaped her world with nature’s hue.

  The flowers danced in vibrant hues,

  Their scents a balm, their touch a muse.

  The birds sang songs of joy and cheer,

  Their melodies so bright, so clear.

  And beasts, both mighty and so small,

  Would heed her voice, would come to call.

  For Lumi’s touch, her soothing hand,

  Made all life bloom across this land.

  Her closest friend, her fiercest shield,

  A tigress born of art revealed.

  Her Shina, white as winter’s breath,

  A loyal bond transcending death.

  A creature wrought of unmatched skill,

  A living blend of iron and will.

  Designed by hands of genius rare,

  A masterpiece beyond compare.

  To Lumi, Shina was her guide,

  A sister walking by her side.

  Through games, through trials, through darkest fear,

  The tigress stayed forever near.

  But shadows loomed on Andallys,

  A quiet plot, a stolen kiss.

  The Council watched with envious gaze,

  And wove her parents’ final days.

  The assassins came in dead of night,

  A flash of steel, a muffled fight.

  Her father fell without a sound,

  Her mother fought but hit the ground.

  Before she passed, her voice rang true,

  A single vow, a duty new:

  “Swear to me, Lumi, you’ll never fall,

  Let no one bend you, stand proud, stand tall.”

  Through tears she swore, her heart aflame,

  A promise forged in grief and pain.

  Though young, though lost, she’d lead the way,

  Her people’s light through darkened day.

  Her grove grew still, her laughter died,

  The warmth of youth she cast aside.

  With Shina near, her only friend,

  She braced for storms that would not end.

  For whispers came of ships in flight,

  A war prepared to quench the light.

  No terms, no talks, no words to share,

  Just fire to burn, just death to bear.

  And so she stood, her people near,

  Her voice a beacon, calm and clear.

  “If this is our end, then so it shall be—

  But we die unbroken, proud, and free.”

  Above, the stars began to gleam,

  A deadly wing, a shadowed stream.

  At its forefront, Ailish Embo Pu,

  The battleship that cleaved the starry view...