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In the heart of the Mystic Anvil's art,
An Elf and Centaur, light and dark, depart.
Their treasures gleam, magic's sparkling start,
While shadows dance, as tales begin to chart.
A Goblin sneaky, relic in its clasp,
Flits silently, in the moon's ghostly grasp.
A Griffin, radiant in twilight's gasp,
Descends to shield, in protective winged clasp.
By the pool's edge, the Nymph does shyly peek,
From the tusked Orc, her safety she does seek.
Ethereal murmurs, secrets caves do speak,
Of Genie's change, a story unique and sleek.
High above, the Dragon casts its might,
Contrasting dusk, a formidable sight.
Eyes keenly watch, as valley hides the fight,
In this canvas, magic takes its flight.

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Description

In the heart of the Mystic Anvil's art,
An Elf and Centaur, light and dark, depart.
Their treasures gleam, magic's sparkling start,
While shadows dance, as tales begin to chart.
A Goblin sneaky, relic in its clasp,
Flits silently, in the moon's ghostly grasp.
A Griffin, radiant in twilight's gasp,
Descends to shield, in protective winged clasp.
By the pool's edge, the Nymph does shyly peek,
From the tusked Orc, her safety she does seek.
Ethereal murmurs, secrets caves do speak,
Of Genie's change, a story unique and sleek.
High above, the Dragon casts its might,
Contrasting dusk, a formidable sight.
Eyes keenly watch, as valley hides the fight,
In this canvas, magic takes its flight.

more images on nadavrock.com/