29. Veil
Separated we are by a shimmering veil,
of the mortal and the immortal,
but each time we part it a little,
magic rushes out, creating something aeonian.
Galaxies collide witnessing that beauty,
a thousand stars come to life,
the world dances in boundless ecstasy,
lost in that melody, unparalleled.
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