Epic Fantasy Celtic Music - Last Breath

Amidst the ancient cobblestone streets, she ascended the winding path that cut through the heart of the mystical city. The townspeople, clad in somber attire, lined the sides of the Road, their gazes fixed upon her with a mix of reverence and sorrow. Some among them, bestowed upon her vibrant flowers, casting them at her feet as she walked. A small girl, standing timidly in the midst of the road, extended a delicate yellow blossom toward her passing figure.

Reaching out to accept the humble offering, she marveled at the breathtaking view that unfolded before her. The city, radiant in its otherworldly beauty, stretched out beneath a sky painted with hues unseen in the mortal realm. At the horizon, a grand altar stood as a testament to the mystical forces that governed the land.

As she ascended the stone steps leading to the towering altar, fragments of her life played out in ethereal flashes. A mother's embrace, a father's wise counsel, the tender touch of a lover—each moment woven into the fabric of her existence. A destiny, once shrouded in mystery, now unfolded with crystalline clarity. She was chosen to safeguard the people, a duty that demanded everything.

At the pinnacle of the ascent, a shadowy figure emerged, draped in a billowing cloak that concealed all features. Positioned above a stone table, an ornate knife gripped in its hand, the figure beckoned her forward. With a stern gaze and crossed arms, it gestured toward the table, where the cool touch of the stone resonated through her fingertips.

Laying down upon the ancient altar, she beheld the celestial expanse above. Tears welled in her eyes as the blade traced the contours of her neck. The vibrant yellow flower she held transformed, staining with the crimson essence that flowed from the stone, descending in a macabre cascade down the steps of the great altar.

The enigmatic figure extended a hand, tenderly closing her eyes, still fixed on the celestial heavens. Tears and blood mingled upon her visage, forming a rivulet of life that streamed from her body. In a solemn whisper, the figure in black spoke, "Be still, brave one. Can you not see the gods are smiling?"

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