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White feathers, a cold wind, the mention of something ethereal.
Living is like a constant reminder of the glory that cannot be reached anymore. A glory lost on the day of birth.
Simulations, incense, crystalline rain.
A peace that can only be found here. You gave it to me without even noticing, without expecting something in return. Your words turn this hopeless reality into a new paradise; your eyes are like a portal back to the paradise I once lost. You purify what I always thought to be damned by nature.