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A cathedral of shattered moons drifts through the void, its spires cracked yet radiant with lingering light. Within its hollow nave, syllables of gold drip from unseen vaults, pooling as molten runes on the broken floor, while silver vapors coil through the fractured arches like sentient smoke. They gather above the altar, fusing into a cube that burns without heat, a crown without weight. Metatron rises beneath it, his form woven from equations, his gaze holding the gravity of stars. As the cube spins, it casts lattices of law across the ruins, binding the broken moons back into orbit. The cathedral hums, the void listens, and the doctrine breathes again, reborn from ruin into orde
A drifting cathedral of shattered moons glows with golden syllables and silver vapors. Metatron rises beneath a weightless cube, restoring order as the structure hums, echoing rebirth in the void.
