A paragon of endless times journied through an ocean of darkness and light

To which the cold of space is nothing but common within an age's height

To stop within the ring of a place that once was but now is no more

For out of all of life's givings, it is the mount of regret we all come to store

Beauty is a memory because we can see it no longer in this place

So many a times I flee here and sit, alone in the darkness of space

Inspired by Yuji Sekiguchi "Elia, the Maiden of Water "

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