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Between two rivers — one golden, one silver — she kneels upon a bridge made of pure sound. Metatron descends as a column of radiant letters, spiraling around her. “Doctrine is balance,” he intones, as the waters merge.
Amidst two rivers, one golden and one silver, a figure kneels on a sound bridge. A radiant being descends, conveying a message of balance as the waters intertwine in harmony.