Post-Lament Anthropocene: Weapons — Blooming Jadehaven
Jade to pillars, gold to nexus, a hundred mechanisms meshed into one working. Infinite forms divide and proliferate among the blooms, and it still fits in the palm of Her hand. Walls and mechanisms know no feeling. What makes a life's work worth the life is not the making, but that something in it was loved.
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