Infinity flowers on. Cursed corpses of bees pollinate vast expanses of wasteland. New ash for bitter days. Harsh and tepid. An open mouth pours the viscous sangoire fount. Memories of golden years. Cool lethargy throws waves. Rivers congeal, ice with a vice grip. Sink slowly down. Twist, reveal, rent asunder. Hot stone cracks, crumbles, breaking away. Winter has come home with steel talons.
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