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Behold the god, celestial grace, A figure sharp in timeless space. With piercing eyes, like stars confined, Their gaze cuts deep, through heart and mind. Their features honed, a sculptor’s dream, Each line precise, a radiant gleam. Hair cascades, both wild and tame, A crown of light, of endless flame. Impeccably dressed, in threads divine, Each stitch a tale, each fold a sign. Silken robes, in hues of white, Glow softly in the blinding light. Against the blank, unbroken hue, Their presence vast, their form askew. A being born of sky and lore, A Final Fantasy to adore. In this portrait, gods descend, Where mortal visions start and end. A masterpiece, both fierce and odd, The sharp perfection of a god