The celestial figure of perfection rises from her cosmological state of flux to peer through the round window of lust and desire. In the midst of all this turmoil a star shines and casts its shadow on the materialistic plays of essence. Thus the drama has a beginning and end but not for the dreams of celestial apparition who see the eternity in this tidal sea of change and progress. As the clocks tick away the hands stay steady and fast in the cosmological evolved state of flux and thus time doesn’t hold its sway in this fresh ground of cosmological evolved prowess. The seasons change the years pass but for the celestial figure of perfection the alarm clock never chimes the only sound is the music from the trumpets of angels singing in the vision behold to them all. Space-Time evolves with a certainty woven into the fabric of its constituents but it still holds surprises for the imperial evolution of angels that cast their eyes through the round window of space between space. Thus whatever happens you can guarantee the story will be remembered and reflected on by the ultimate hearts of contemplation as the angels see with pure and forgiving eyes of peace and tranquility pouring out their heartbeats to us all.

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