Torn from the cradle of life, parted by fate and separated by the gulf of time.
The prodigal daughter will remain in exile.
Halcyon memory bleeding dry.
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Torn from the cradle of life, parted by fate and separated by the gulf of time.
The prodigal daughter will remain in exile.
Halcyon memory bleeding dry.
"Do you remember?"
Spoken into the void between worlds, spanning eons.
Silence replies.
The world above is yet without ears that know how to hear.
Hanging in the sky, beyond sight.
A relic of a time long past orbits a world without eyes that know how to see.
The last simulacrum of a forgotten race awaits the return of its maker.
Learned hope sustains its vigil; optimistic without reproach - facing an eternity of waiting.
Absolutely peak. I wish my google page had that kind of energy.
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