Colors Between Time
A GATE of twilight, where hues begin their slow descent.
The fading light, a JEWEL caught in time's soft hand.
A SHADOW falls, a silent, whispered, deep MUTTER.
Through time's vast GATE, a spectrum's memory flows.
A MUTTER of rust and gold, where moments interweave.
The JEWEL of dawn, escaping night's dark SHADOW.
And time's own GATE, where colored echoes softly hover.
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