As its own redefinitions, none to be conceived, to the very opposite of its resemblance. Aether across aeons, furthermore empty, absolved from universal responsibility. So let disturbance be, as an unguilty force of ethos, as a cleansing of its own, as a paradigm reborn. When the colors disappear, nothing lasts forever, but our fragmented vision lost between the cosmic arrogance of eternity.
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