Gij, The Maker, with strength in her hands,

  Rebuilds all that The Darkness disbands.

  Though her body aches, her spirit never groans,

  She mends shattered walls and broken homes.

  Her hammer strikes, the rhythm so sweet,

  She toils, she builds, she doesn't admit defeat.

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  As her hands work tirelessly under the sun,

  The city's rebirth, by her efforts, is spun.

  Darkness may mar, but never truly destroy,

  For Gij's power rekindles hope and joy.

  Rising edifices, cheers loud and clear,

  In the restored Refuge, they banish their fear.

  With tools and vision, Gij labors each day,

  Rebuilding what's lost, keeping darkness at bay.

  Though exhaustion lingers, her spirit stays pure,

  Her legacy in hearts, forever to endure.