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Temperance to endure through the changes is his virtue.
Giving in into the weak light, which defies the foliage of his thoughts, changing everything while he passes by, leaving the sublime string of life to change the colour of his fears.
Rebellious wind invading his brown scarf around his neck. His olive eyes being full of golden touches like the leaves that greet him through his walks. Those green and yellow butterflies that announce the end of the day by the fire, to caress his young soul.
No defenses to break, only the calmness of his breathing. The stability of his cup of tea, that eased the passion running through his veins, tea which trembles at the delicate touch of the magician.
The master of changes and future.
The one that bares destiny, being a witness and a pariah of different lives, ready to be a tree that endures catastrophes and at the end, it rises proudly.
Merlin’s heart was just like autumn.