Hark! The chiming of the spheres abounds. The multitude of movements sets awry the endless melody, rendering all that would be one, undistinct.
Alas! So fades the passing of the day, travelling whence into the darkness of a blinding light, shade and shadow travel once more unto the nexus of eternal spectrum.
Behold! The darkness once more recedes, like the water from an encircled atoll, the tides may depart, and yet leave the bounty of the waves in silent repose.
Rejoice! You would discern a majestic resonance, the music of the prismatic begins essentially flawed, within lies a seed of all that will be, tone and timbre combine.
Revealed! The travel from once to hence, a finite echo of the reticient figure etched in silver filigree upon the gleam of noxious obsidian.
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