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Living energy, gathered through time,

A thousand years, its power aligns.

Shape-shifting forms, a woman’s guise,

Feeds on flesh, beneath the skies.

A thousand days, no blood is drawn,

Its human heart, at last, is born.

Harmony flows, with nature's song,

But good or evil, the choice is strong.

"이것은 구미호의 전설입니다"

Legends tell of paths they take,

A fragile line, the choice they make.

To live with peace or feed on fear,

Their fate unknown, it’s never clear.

A thousand days, no blood is drawn,

Its human heart, at last, is born.

Harmony flows, with nature's song,

But good or evil, the choice is strong.