Drops of Crimson

[Dusk]

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At the heart of all things lies energy.

Eternal.
Fundamental,
Shifting.
Pure.

An oscillating wave.
A flickering flame.
An enveloping frost.
A tangible glow.

Stars are bleeding.
Their light is finite.
Our path is eternity.
Rebirth of the essence.

Creation through destruction.
Life through death.
Transformation into oneself.
Grasping at the infinite.

The path will become a tool.
Energy will turn into a flow.
Imperfection will devour itself.
And such will be our wrath.

Subjugating the foundation of everything...
Within the simplest thing.
Created to be wielded...
With these hands.

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