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Aware down the moral throw, Does not wander the living glow. Wanting time, having not A worried mind, it is distraught. Is time again on my side To the things that I've denied, I have seen nations birthed And those cities, too unearthed. I live, and live, I never die So why each night, do I cry.
A lone figure stands amidst the ruins of a grand city, illuminated by vibrant beams of light and swirling colors in the sky, suggesting a scene of both destruction and surreal beauty.