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A sphere infused with essence fumes

Filaments of warmth

A new one is born

Glowing bright

Smoke figures rise

Damnation lurks in secluded corners

A living blade divides the wind

Spheres immersed in oil

Smoke stops it’s rise

Spreading out

Covering the soil

The glow is fainting,

Diffused in fog

Smoke figures look like spheres immersed in blood

The blade broke

When the striker hits the bell everybody will know

Swarming movement

Collective wisdom

Seven days and seven nights

Cast out the light and follow the arising scent

Restricted to candlelight and borrowed offerings

Powders boiling sweet

Powders excavated

Standing still in poisonous mist

Keeping quiet under dripping wax