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Found by a redhead
Lady of the Fatui,
Brought to a new home.
Overgrown with youth,
Teeming with naïveté
She, the cold spider.
A young flower blooms,
hair intense as a sunset,
Outgoing and kind.
Clervie, like soft dew,
Morning in eternal night,
"Perry" finds a friend.
But the Hearth runs cold,
Weapons turned against siblings.
She, victorious.
Calm is elusive.
Elysium is shattered.
She pursues "Mother".
For the Moon must win.
And establish her control.
To rise in this world.
