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The Dust of Ether
Death casts light on the beauty of life. In laughter and in sorrow, we cherish the illustration set before us. A glimmer of vibrancy - a fleeting dance to decay, our minds desperately cling to a withering past. The art fades within the perpetual cycle – dashing the shadows which veil our temporal state. Hope recedes within the boundaries of the mortal heart. And in our final wonder - amidst thoughts of betrayal, a chorus rises from the foundation of the soul. Through the monuments of the infinite ether, the chorus echoes, as we close our eyes...and see at last.
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