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In a realm where emptiness holds its sway,
There reigns a king of nothing, they say.
His crown, a symbol of dreams turned to sand,
Melted red bricks held by his command.
A ruler of void, his kingdom a mist,
Yet his presence a force, impossible to resist.
He sings a song of meltology's grace,
A tune that transcends time and space.
Each note he utters, a vibration profound,
Echoing through realms, uncharted, unbound.
His final breath, a whisper in the breeze,
Carries his essence to distant degrees.
Meltology's secrets, a science unknown,
Unlocks new pathways where truth is sown.
His crown of molten bricks, a fusion of might,
Opens the portal to a realm full of light.
Possibilities bloom, like flowers anew,
Guided by the song that the king once knew.
For in nothingness lies potential untold,
In the depths of his melody, mysteries unfold.
So let us embrace this curious lore,
The king of nothing, his wisdom to explore.
Through melted red bricks and vibrations that chime,
Meltology's gift transcends the confines of time.
As mankind reaches out to grasp the unknown,
The king's legacy lives, his presence ever shown.
In the science of meltology, we find our way,
Beyond the horizon of night and day.
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