A block of azure, carved from ancient breath.
Beneath the matte skin, veins of ash trace the confession of fire.
The light, decanted, flows like cold gold over the crown of peaks.
Here, the ice remembers the sea and speaks in mineral syllables.
Hadeïdon signs itself in hollows: a pact between liquid night and fossilized light.
Each fracture is a portico. Each crack, a restrained prayer.
The world holds its breath. Time sleeps in the inkwell of blue.
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