Moonlight streamed through the shattered dome, falling upon the vine-covered stone steps. Each bluestone was etched with ancient verses, as if whispering a name almost forgotten by time: the Kingdom of Moonshadow . The kingdom once flourished under the moonlight, silver lighthouses guiding sailors, and songs of sorrow and laughter echoing between the city walls. But war and greed, like a withering frost, eroded all tenderness, until even the last city gate fell into silence. Only one remained, a figure cloaked in shadow, known as the last guardian , watching over the ruins and the remaining memories. He patrolled under the moonlight, his shadow cloak swaying with his steps, as if a part of the night itself. The guardian's name had been forgotten, but his eyes held all the nights of the kingdom, like dew drops clinging to laurel leaves, shimmering with the luster of days gone by. He guarded not the city's wealth, but a small moonstone —an ancient artifact capable of condensing ...
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