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Romain Brunas

The Season of Synthesis
Then the heat withdraws, and the cold descends.
The Granary remains sealed, hermetic, forever closed.
Its silent work begins.
At its heart rests the Stone,
immense, white, gleaming like ancient salt.
The Stone absorbs the drifting dust, makes it vibrate,
and transforms it into essence.
No one may enter, no one may see.
And yet we know: the Stone breathes, the Stone pulses,
and in its frozen silence it gives birth to life.