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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ (2004) my words are scintillant motes adrift on passions tide each syllable a threnody where silken truths abide. I dwell in noctivagant haze in realms of fervid glow where zephyrs sip from nectar moons and ardent rivers flow with ink of ichor molten gold I script each fervent rune beneath a chandelier of stars by the pulse of argent moon. thy visage half-remembered flame lingers in our ken, @ardorweaver. ଌ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ