Description
In the heart of the labyrinth, so vast and deep,
A gleaming witch works, while the world does sleep.
With a flask filled with lights from the northern night,
She brews a potion, a beacon of ethereal light.
Above her head, the skies start to twirl,
Magic portals opening, unfurling like a pearl.
Distant sounds of graffiti, in a cascade so tall,
The murmur of waterfalls, in a wizard's alley call.
Each drop tells a story, each portal a tale,
Of enchantments and wonders, that never grow stale.
In this maze of magic, where mysteries unwind,
The heart finds its rhythm, and the soul is unconfined.
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