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The polished surface of stainless steel
no longer bore its former stern, cold expression,
but seemed instead like a living being, rich in spirit.
Its curved plane gathered the surrounding space,
drawing in the greens and reds of the plants on the ground,
and even ourselves,
leaving behind only faint traces of color,
as a monochrome beam of light traced a spiral and vanished into the earth.
Appearing once more, the light drew a circle,
colliding and scattering into space.
A third time it appeared,
describing an arc that reached outward,
and from its tip returned to the farthest reaches of the sky.
Reincarnation—
sun, sun, sun.
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