Wisps of opulence converge on the zenith of oblivion
Ebbing and flowing to conform to the face of the celestial dome
Morphing into a heavenly atrium pulsating with the lifeblood of a burgeoning storm
A honeycomb of evanescent whorls
Sweetening the sky with nectarous and awful dew
The lifeless hills that are the epicenter of the palpitating nebulae
Leap to welcome the brooding and dreadful tempest














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