贴两首，ai写的，x的和gpt的，猫姐的图

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Where Winter Meets the Tide

A ribbon of gold between two worlds,
where winter’s hush and ocean swirls
embrace but never intertwine—
a fleeting path, a fragile line.

One side whispers frozen sleep,
a hush of snow, so still, so deep.
The other roars with restless waves,
the song of time, the voice of days.

And in between, a lone soul stands,
footprints fading in the sands.
A moment held, then carried wide—
a wanderer where worlds collide.

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