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Swiftly by the pine trees the wings of the dragon flies in clear sky's across the night in magical swirls to make the moon bright. In the old eyes of what was lost, flying down into the mist of what seems nothing. We live forever, we are old as the sun, old as the moon, we do not just simply vanish from the world with no proof to be found no, we transcend into such that which was and which will always be our home. Beyond the physical into the celestial planes we exist. We exist far beyond your comprehension. Everything you know and everything you feel will change and in time you will see from where you came.