Speaking words into thunder lightly approaching. Whispering sun, whispering wind whispering. And then slowly building base. A landing of immortal footing. Standing then running out the pace. This step is massive and infinity is left counting the seconds, before the storm.
Every artist needs the extraordinary to inspire the passion and fire. Without light the night remains the Lancelot of old.
Calling all superstars. Please take your seats. And as the stars align, and you look up. You may find a legendary star is falling. Watch as it melts the darkness.
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