the beauty of the spark that shines as brightly as possible while surrounded by cold darkness is holographic.
even the faintest glowing ember holds a perfect replica of the beautiful whole.
sometimes, at its very dimmest, nigh extinguished state, it can seem impossible for that precious information to be intact.
sometimes it seems impossible for the spark to shine so brilliantly again.
Your last lines:
- but then
a reflection -
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