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In the fleeting matrix of an instant, hearts entwine on presages painted with silent chords, echoing the profound distances crushed into the closet of our impeccably Human clockwork. - Ariadne Merwitch In the fleeting matrix of an instant, hearts entwine on presages painted with silent chords, echoing the profound distances crushed into the closet of our impeccably Human clockwork. - Ariadne Merwitch In the fleeting matrix of an instant, hearts entwine on presages painted with silent chords, echoing the profound distances crushed into the closet of our impeccably Human clockwork. - Ariadne Merwitch