A box made of light, with a thousand locks on it. And yet, for all it’s made entirely of pure light, it seems worn. Well handled and well loved. For all it’s secure, that is because it is precious. It radiates a chill, but somehow it’s a refreshing sort of cold.
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A box made of light, with a thousand locks on it. And yet, for all it’s made entirely of pure light, it seems worn. Well handled and well loved. For all it’s secure, that is because it is precious. It radiates a chill, but somehow it’s a refreshing sort of cold.