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Objects bequeathed to chaos forge a poem in the quietest ruins, whispering individuality beneath layers of unaffected splendor. - Charlotte Hayes Objects bequeathed to chaos forge a poem in the quietest ruins, whispering individuality beneath layers of unaffected splendor. - Charlotte Hayes Objects bequeathed to chaos forge a poem in the quietest ruins, whispering individuality beneath layers of unaffected splendor. - Charlotte Hayes