That this dark matter, enshrined by the arms of the woods' child, holds power. Power from the mind that wields it.
Controlled, yet loved, it creates beauty.
It speaks of the beauty of living. It speaks of the joy of existence. Of pure, guiltless existence.
Light and simple from the many battles it has conquered.
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