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The seamstress Clotho cocoons spirits irradiant in sapphire ether as buoyant stars;
the freely waltzing fireflies to tunes unheard birthing in tissue spun of energical threads;
lucidly captivated in a captivating jar of glass fluttering in predestined yet willful moments;
of measured breaths: of triste and of bliss, bestowed to preserve the manifest by Lachesis.
Yet as stars return to the womb of Atropos, so are souls released back to void again;
as revived spirits evolved with wings agleam while the beginning is cut to an everlasting end;
dreamy moments weaved to a manifested life, dreamt by Fate: sewn, measured, ... and cut;
alike dreams, life reaches end and wanes: a play created, preserved, and destroyed - fades to fates.
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