Sol

Outside, beyond, he could see the beginnings of a blackness
Transparency returning to the red haze of the chomasphere
An edge to the sun

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The photosphere stretched out ahead. A feathery crimson carpet
And in its depths it crawled with tiny movements
Filaments exploding under brightly waving jets
Back and forth and on and on the sol waved before his eye.

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Were we uplifted? Had we resisted? Or were we already gifted?
Were we abandoned before we knew our place in the universe?
Culla, save us from this foolishness!

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Pearls of serendipity. Neclaces of emerald.
Did some galactic gallion leave his treasures in this fire world?

CULLA-TA-PRING PIL-AB-KISA-SORO-AB-HUB-AB-PUBER

We feel resentment towards creatures who need no fulfillment.
So they became our protein factories, our slaves,
Victims of our genicidal rage.

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