The black plum was a ball of iron in disguise, so the terminator between its bright part and shadow was moving in a reluctantly way. Traceless in the universe
It rumbled across vastness, orbiting around bursting flames of the sun just a breath away, cruising all dimensions with its obstinate lumbering pace
as if it were “flying” on wires against a green screen. Its fossilized flesh
collapsed and was remodeled again. Its primordial metabolic system chew up light-years of sunshine and ruminated eternally.
At perihelion, boiling vermillion juice was squeezed out of its pores, so the pores stayed agape since ever since.
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