Revelation

The stone grows slowly, crystals shift inside; the seed breeds pebbles, stone flowers break and bloom. No thing stays silent, still; all moves and sings within the aether or the stone's dim room. The ear hears faintly now what mind has known: the rush of inner wings, the bird in stone.

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