Live
It takes energy not to get used to it and fall into this place
Where everything runs together and dies.
This quiet kingdom, she is now
and forever will she be in silent celebration.
We deal in dreams.
Watching the dust dance his sight seemed unusually keen, for he imagined that he could actually focus on each mote…tens of thousands of them were held in his mind as they formed and reformed into exquisite patterns, ghostly images that poised in air only to dissolve and be reborn again.
"What do you see?" But Melchior couldn't answer. "Good. One should be dumbfounded to see reality for the first time -- worlds coming and going like dust in a beam of sunlight."
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