Hands quake in ceaseless vibration in view of all that was and all that will be.
Crystalline in it's resplendence. Repugnant in it's ugliness.
Tincture of lament, burden of empathy.
We weep in guilt.
Thy coven, denied. Thy vessel, deserted.
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