In a land of shadows, dark and deep,
Where glimmers of the night did creep,
Lived Luminor in a dim, dank cave,
Longing for the light he craved.
The cave was cold, the light was faint,
Fearful shadows, like a darkened paint.
He grasped at them with trembling hand,
But they slipped away like grains of sand.
One day, a spark of wonder grew,
A tiny light, a different hue.
He reached out, not with dread,
But with wonder and awe instead.
The shadows danced and swirled around,
Revealing secrets, magic found.
As curiosity lit his soul,
He felt the warmth, the light made whole.
Luminor, now curious and bold,
Saw paths of light and stories told.
He followed trails of whispered lore,
And found a hidden, golden door.
With a gentle push, the door swung wide,
Revealing worlds of light inside.
The shadows faded, fear no more,
For curiosity had unlocked the door.
In this land of magic, bright and grand,
Luminor discovered a wondrous land.
With eyes wide open, heart aglow,
He stepped into the light to know.
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