Fire
There's a sliver of air between my marble spires.
I move, while standing still.
My movement never began, and it shall never end.
Indeed, I do not move...
Everything happens within your eyes.
There's a sliver of air between my marble spires.
I move, while standing still.
My movement never began, and it shall never end.
Indeed, I do not move...
Everything happens within your eyes.
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