Time, suspended.

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The walls of time are tested by the limits of outer space.

Cut off by all reality this miracle takes place,

A small enclosed domain that is the shadow of the sun.

An outline of the galaxies where galaxies begun.

The thunder before lightning, beginning after end.

With a never ending height and no real place to begin.

An empty realm of darkness, a black hole covered in shadow.

A heavy force, a dreamy bliss, a scary but hopeful hallow.

A dry cloud in a watery ambiance, covered in a cloak.

An untouched hand of shrouded heat with an icy cold stroke.

Time...

Suspended.

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