An ice crystal floats,
making it's way from Antarctica towards the Equator,
but the poor flake is dying because of the heat,
much like some of our emotions die of modern society
and listen to the pureness of the silence
and as the crystal melts,
Majestic shadows gradually moving and smearing over hours
Shallow, ambient light becoming more and less dynamic over the land
What hidden world is there,
with a different time perception?
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