Tilting perfectly, an infant traveler in a hoary universe, cradled and swung between sisters of light. And, all the while deep within, the molten lava stirs, revealing a fervent heart.

Frozen mountains melt and dinosaurs become mounds of mysterious matter with story-telling bones whistling in the solar wind.

The seas fill with singing as the moon waxes full and giant shadows breach to touch the night; while wolves gather on glaciers, listening.

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