glowing purple and gold, as if at sunrise but without sun or sky,

a tilt of the head shifting masculine into feminine beauty and back,

making delicate strokes, dipping into an unseen pallet,

coming to life beside a swift-moving stream of great clarity and depth,

the surrounding land filling in, a lush green plain surrounded by trees,

a mountain rising up in the background, rising into a cerulean sky,

the valleys unseen, shaping themselves, filling the canvas,

and primal words derive: beauty, freedom, and danger.

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