A pearl on a thread
I exult this is a dark weave of a white thread, unduly discarded all but the waste and winnowing sortilege if cause gave rise then a room filled with pearls is illogically bent away from their holders, so is the cause such is the reason that like any entire world the fountains have run dry and only the manson of stars endures.
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