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In the heart of moments suspended like dew on dawn's web, we find serenity's tract most transitory; each glimmer an acceptance of impermanence leaves us unmoored and infinitely refined. - Lyra Quint In the heart of moments suspended like dew on dawn's web, we find serenity's tract most transitory; each glimmer an acceptance of impermanence leaves us unmoored and infinitely refined. - Lyra Quint In the heart of moments suspended like dew on dawn's web, we find serenity's tract most transitory; each glimmer an acceptance of impermanence leaves us unmoored and infinitely refined. - Lyra Quint