Whispers of the Shore Low-poly 3D model

The sun sinks low where shadows dwell,On sands once torn by war’s cruel spell.Crosses rise in solemn rows,Silent sentinels of countless woes.

The sea hums soft, a mournful tune,Beneath the gaze of a crimson moon.Yet through the air, a fragile flight,

A butterfly dances in fading light.Its wings of gold, so free, so small,A tender sign that time heals all.Amid the graves, life dares to stay,Whispering hope where loss once lay.

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