The Aftermath

Streams and oceans of beaming beam heralding the young offspring

Sight and light was she trickling voices of virtuoso muttered in isolation

Nature in perfect symphony alluring  the young seed sprouting from the abundance of ecstatcy

Trappings of flavoured predestination oozing from her breath Like the unicorn enchanted in uniqueness

Future untold but greatness renowned

Centuries, years, months, days, hours, minutes at war to house the young seed for she was like the nutrient that kept them in an unending motion

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