Replicating ourselves completely in division, we do not know termination. Ever changing, we do not know loss. We are continuity. In passing, we purge corruption. In continuing, we are the expanse of life.
Echoing as we assemble and disperse in numberless colonies, we are an endless music on the edge of hearing, a cosmic display you cannot quite see, an incomprehensible epic just beyond telling. Our delicacy eludes all perception, our subtlety all knowledge. And yet in this echo you may hear, see, know, tell.
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