Page 17 - FUZION Book
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In the magic of lanterns that traverse time,
Our ancestors bind us, connecting our prime.
Their stories shine, a flicker in the dark,
Guiding our steps, illuminating our embark.
The magic of lanterns, lighting our way,
Gathers the past, future, and return of the day.
In their glow, our ancestors reside,
Their precious teachings, a treasure to abide.
