The Chronicles of Fragmented Heresy

At midnight mirrors, a solitary fox sighed and mentioned:
"Carve each name into the rain."
Here you shall find traces enough; in the alleyways or
woven between stars. Rustling...

Verses lost in translucent archives:
Field grains trembled azure beneath golden specters.
"Begin," she hummed—to an attic's rhythm.
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Perchance to stop time or exacerbate clocks forever:
Written before eagles; Bronze revolving forests erode at its axes
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