As celestial planes evolve like computational execution on a giant scale the angels of solace see windows clear like a blind rolling up similar to a vertical lift. Then as they peer through they don’t see rain but a sunshine more brilliant than any giant star and one that will never go supernova as long as life continues to thrive. The solar wind causes rays to penetrate the window if it is left ajar lighting up the hair of the beautiful figure of perfection. Then a whisper causes shifts in metaphysical reach and carbon based life takes an extra step on the ladder of fulfilment. As the carousel continues to spin new attributes of success evolve and carbon based life gets ever closer to touching the face of this angel of just, without a blind in the way of physical pass. Then rainbows unwind and its true colours are revealed causing dreams of cosmological bliss to fill the heads of all involved, then marks out of ten reveal the elusive eleven and carbon based life rests with a job finished and with a status that can only be described as successful with the end negotiated and a new beginning in sight.

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