Four Seasons Hotel
Six is enough to count to infinity. Hexagon gives up and breaks.
What was missing, now blooms aplenty. A satellite, forever under the lunar influence, hovers still. The throbbing of Moon is within your reach, just a l i t t l e further…
The fragile echo of light reverberates in spirals.
In the dawn of the crystal dwells its doom.
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