Her voice is whispered echoes in a shell;
Her voice is rolling thunder in a storm;
Her voice is reassurance in the night;
In Lucina's realm, where hearts may heal.
She hears the secret promise never spoke;
She holds the gate ajar for those too weak;
She guides to shore all those who've lost their way
To Lucina's realm, where old souls grow young.

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