" 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗦, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗦 " -
; art, poesy, and expression are not wrought by idle hands alone, 
but are conjured from the abyssal
 sanctum of the soul. a mere implement 
may etch the words, yet their truest 
essence is  not hewn by touch, 
but borne upon the unseen tides of reverie, 
fervor, and the ghosts of yesteryears' sorrows 
and splendors  ᝰ.ᐟ .𖥔 ݁ ˖
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