I cut through..

..clouded visions, morning haze, the sunrise reddish glory blaze. laying softly on the landscapeā€˜s view, giving hope for a start anew, what wonders will it hold, which bold quests to be solve, are there stories going to be told? – A few minutes later the light `s awake and fully shines upon the lake of things, that were just possible to be, but now no longer gonna see, the light of day. Tomorrow if they may..

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