The Mediums: Lens

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Beauty vanishes, to preserve it from time, maybe it's the purpose of her existence. Time is a gigantic spur-wheel, it runs over us with no mercy and hesitation It will smash us into dust, then we will vanish There is no escape, the only thing we can do is leave a trace before we're gone. We need to claim our existence

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