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e22,He is the divine messenger of light and nature, his golden eyes filled with morning dawn, his green eyes hiding the secret language of the forest. A crescent-shaped golden pattern on his forehead drips with scattered golden light. His fingertips are wrapped in mist, and beneath his palms, a fairy city is hazy in soft light. Golden tears flow down his cheeks, as if sighing at the elegance of the world. His hair is woven from moonlight, each strand carrying the scent of plants and starlight. In the darkness, he gazes at his palm with his two-colored eyes, as if listening to the pulse of all things growing.

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