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In the soft chill of dawn, every superficial thrall glimmers like dew - it speaks not to wealth or ambition, but to a petal's seasoning of humility, whose sun-bathed stillness prints into memory like fine ink on velvety parchment. - Elena Howard In the soft chill of dawn, every superficial thrall glimmers like dew - it speaks not to wealth or ambition, but to a petal's seasoning of humility, whose sun-bathed stillness prints into memory like fine ink on velvety parchment. - Elena Howard In the soft chill of dawn, every superficial thrall glimmers like dew - it speaks not to wealth or ambition, but to a petal's seasoning of humility, whose sun-bathed stillness prints into memory like fine ink on velvety parchment. - Elena Howard