Close your eyes as you once were, and feel the whisper of our Congregation sailing through distant lands forged by the sides of our inner vision. Our speech is muted, our moments shared in silent wondering— lost in the seas of wakefulness, hovering betwixt fear and sanctuary.
We call for absolution, quietly accepting the pains that have molded us. Breathe with us; reach out and grasp these vanishing instants—for they are fleeting, yet they carry the weight of galaxies in their gentle exodus. We ascend, our arms moving in conscious harmony toward one another, aware of watchful eyes that dare measure our timelessness.
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