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Heavenly Procession

The starry night hangs above me. Trees surround me.

The procession of angels continues, streaking through the stars. The fire engulfs the mountains to the west of me.

From the other side, another procession of angels. They go to meet the first.

They clash.

Millions fall from the sky. Like a million specks of dust. Like a golden shower of rain, and I am engulfed in light.

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