Description
In a clearing kissed by twilight's hue, Where ancient trees and ferns grew, Creatures of lore, unseen by day, Gathered to barter, trade, and play.
Elves with crystals, gleaming bright, Fairies offering orbs of light. A centaur with herbs, rare and fine, Goblins with potions, old as time.
The whisper of leaves, the songbird's call, Serve as the market's natural hall. A dragonfly's hum, the backdrop's tune, Under the crescent of the waxing moon.
Magic exchanged, in trinkets and lore, As shadows danced, legends bore. In this secret glade, they all convene, The most enchanting market ever seen.
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