༺═─────•༻❉᯽❉༺•─────═༻ The sparks like lanterns, emerge from the surface smothered in the carpet of inferno. Soaring while swaying back and forth, they gently embrace the shadows of the dusk, turning off their switches of glow.
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The burning irides adorn the gate to the lair that dilated as if it were drawing closer and closer, with the igneous pair taking up a perigon to conclude the affair, -their journey now featured in a reel of a single dioramic capture.
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The exposure exposed an infernal wall environed with yet another wall of dry earth, the flames gradually closing in and the annular solar eclipse a decoy event called, to swallow up the moon in the ring of fire.
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The earth wall went higher and higher encompassing the space in the only direction that was hollow, and from that hollow, an upright pail hung to quench the burning thirst of an arid well, drained of its own saliva to swallow.
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A single leap was sufficient to seize and invert the bucket following which, its contents came gushing out, some elixir of life along with colourful flowers and crisp green foliage, and the bouquets showered from nowhere already lay on the ground.
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In an instant, a sigh of relief exhaled, and in yet another instant the inhaled smoke suffocated the resurrected, cause the elixir of life was just another fugacious gust of fresh air, infront of the abysmal aeonian infernal rage that still dictated.
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At the precise moment when the upper bulb is about to run empty, someone turns the hourglass upside down, the bucket did generate a spark but a slight drizzle and the stones togged up in their coats all mossy, the contents along with the bouquets lay burning on the ground.
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The bouquets, maybe they were an illusion.. an illusion of felicitation, or maybe a signaling of mockery. Well, whatever may be the reality or the delusion, there's no confusion that someones tragedy is always savored by someone else as a means of comedy.
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Ultimately let's take a break from all these plays of delusional realities and realistic delusions and in lieu solve a gripping fallacy. So tell me, How many grains of sand would it take to be called a cumulation, to quench an eternal flame and destroy its trajectory?
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