Hidden beneath the hoard,
These instruments stowed
and forgotten,
Keys to the reminiscence
and rewards,
Too precious to ever be
abandoned,
Each unlocks a distinct
Portal,
Echoes, frozen in time,
Discover a glimpse of the
immortal,
Through such a temporal
design,
Seeking...
A parchment found with
magical effusion.
Repeated in breath,
propelling me above,
Reliving...
Revealing comprehension, relieving disillusion,
A remembrance of moments in love.
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