Momentarily absolved from grief, Galena sees the world in a new light and the collapse of stuff that are unimportant before her eyes. The appearance of state is changing rapidly - a cup no longer a cup, a table oscillating into a seed...yet Galena sees clearly that its chemical composition remains the same. In her hands, rest the key to unlock all of the magician's codes but the persistent grief returns and blinds her once more. Galena weeps for a while, not for sorrow but for glee. Can't you see? It's possible to be free. The moon after the eclipse is full and blissful.
Peace.
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