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Swallowed by a tapestry Too grand to see Weaving time threads in the celestial sea Pillars collide Paradigms intertwine The ebb and flow abide Columns collapse Static swarm erupts Painting sense into an enshrouding canvas Cosmic light blooms Curtains unfold Resonating in accordance with its natural order Every dot is performing its sole duty With no control or grasp over destiny Is this only a desperate plea? In that moment There was no lord or order In any form or world