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Cold winds, carrying pure cups of thoughts, into the transformed shadowlands. Winter covers the ground. The landscapes are transmuted, into cool breezes of frozen air, caught in layers of space & time. Whispering, like a phantom, through the woods of nonlocal reality. Winter dances in its bridal veil, manifesting divine splendor, in the infinity, of this embracement.
Crashing elemantals, separating and uniting, like a conversation on subatomic level. The fire of the summer, has already been minimized, to white reflected, subtle perceptible particles of ultra rays. Arcane symbols, burried in the great sea, start to vibrate and reawake.....
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