Jewels resplendant in the crystal sun.
A dark haze appears and threatens to blot out the beauty emananting from deep within.
The dark haze grows larger, stronger, throttling, choking, blocking out the fine shimmer of emeralds unti lit is enveloped in a black carpet of nothingness.
A choking blackness that threatens the very existence of the jewels....it conquers but for a season.
But then something ripples under the carpet of nothingness. Something is alive, moving, awake! Something reaches up and out. A laser like beam of razor sharp light slashes at the carpet. It zigzags like lightening, ripping the darkness. Light begins to glitter and gleam through.
The true essence of the jewels shine brilliantly through, almost bliding the eye with flashes of brightness and clarity. The razor sharp light continues relentlessly. the power of the light completely devours the blanket and reducing it into a pile of dust & ashes, fit to be swept away.
O what spendour...........
O what strength and beauty of the emeralds.
They contnue to shimmer, shine, glimmer & gleam,even dazzle the eyes.
The emeralds will sparkle on in all their spendor ...........for jewels never die..........
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