Coming out of a fallen carapace in the 13th hour,
With vibrant youthful plumes in the blooming heat of the heart,
the unraveling story of a dream of a great embrace, of exalted brightness and vulcan glory,
the moment, that waves of full empathy rush in from the frostborne sky-- and we're flying so high--
so high, so lossless,
so here is the explosion of a story, of an exposition,
and let us race to the final destination,
we the fatalists,
in the oasis of the mind.
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