The buds gradually open, and there is a sweet smell and quietness. Something in this vast silence beckons me. I feel the wind rustling, and my body blooms. The blood flows the same scarlet color through my veins. It doesn't matter where I am, in what place and time, because everything can be created from nothing. I am the beginning, the creation. Everything is nothing, and yet, nothing is everything.
"Silence"
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