Memory dims under the brightness of the summer sun.

Subtlely, a curved line softens the sharp edges.

Color and texture blended into the summer breeze.
The triangle ascends with the grace of a butterfly.

Completely immersed into its absolute gnosis,
the triangle of the soul animates matter.

Hypotenuse... Destiny...

Memoria focuses on a single timeless point.
Briefly for an eternal moment…

I remember

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