At the very outset did the Lady White come, Time collapsed at that very instant and I could glimpse her mystery. A dazzling smile and she glided into the Nothingness bygone Paths and Plights, Away by the Past mercilessly thrown. Night after Night seven times did the Childe in my dreams come, He so young He the Guidance-giver. Everything blazed clear in sight, though remaining unfocused, Light and Darkness with one another intermingling, And now Everything got so honed, as it may only be when Time and Things are new and pure, And now Chaos seemed to rampage and perfection dissolve. When Chaos won, Good and Evil, Beauty and Horror, Life and Death swirled together into a tight bunch. Everything was on the verge between Existence and Not-being.
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