| Brilliance |
| Light moves |
| beneath the cold |
| glassy surface |
| of the waters. |
| A fission of fire |
| brings luminous |
| shards of heat |
| to the depths of the unknown. |
| The abyss awakens. |
| At the nadir of the glimmering chasm, |
| something shifts. |
| No longer dormant, |
| it seeks sustenance. |
| It is restless |
| as it moves through |
| the profundity of being |
| alive again. |
| Hunger burns in its belly |
| as it grasps with prehensile limbs |
| the offerings of light, |
| devouring them greedily. |
| It finds Elysium |
| in this feast of vivifying flames. |
| It is insatiable now. |
| Its voracity unquenchable. |
| It slithers back to its lair |
| No longer filled with |
| shadows of dormancy, |
| it creates sparks of its own. |
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