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The night grew lonely. In the dark sky covered the moon in half. As if silent, waiting for the ruler's fate. Only the moon is alone in silence, without any stars to accompany it. The sound of nature in the breeze is singing deep solemnity. The sound of the wind rustled softly again, accompanied by snowflakes touching the young leaves that looked frozen, while the falling snowflakes fell to the ground, were swept away again and continued to be swept away by the night wind, again repeating itself in a cycle of time that seemed increasingly shorter.
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