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Aged Like Fine Wine and Dark Magic

Beneath the golden glow of an ancient forest, a fae elder perches on a twisted branch, her tattered wings shimmering in the fading light. Time has carved deep lines into her face, each wrinkle a whispered secret of the wildwood. Dressed in mossy rags, she raises a glass of deep crimson wine, her expression both unimpressed and knowing—perhaps she’s seen too much, or perhaps she simply prefers her solitude undisturbed. This is no delicate fairy of bedtime stories; she is wisdom, wit, and just a touch of mischief, aged to perfection like the drink in her grasp.

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Bill Tiepelman
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Beneath the golden glow of an ancient forest, a fae elder perches on a twisted branch, her tattered wings shimmering in the fading light. Time has carved deep lines into her face, each wrinkle a whispered secret of the wildwood. Dressed in mossy rags, she raises a glass of deep crimson wine, her expression both unimpressed and knowing—perhaps she’s seen too much, or perhaps she simply prefers her solitude undisturbed. This is no delicate fairy of bedtime stories; she is wisdom, wit, and just a touch of mischief, aged to perfection like the drink in her grasp.