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The primordial tally the gods etched
Into the first stone tablet
The rhythm that taught the cosmos
How to awaken
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B
C
The alphabet of creation
Three runes struck from the spine
Of an ancient star
Still humming with unfinished prophecy
Numbers are the bones of order
Letters are the breath of becoming
Where they cross a doorway opens
A hinge of light
A hinge of shadow
And the world remembers
Its earliest name
In that meeting of count and chant
Of measure and myth
Something stirs
The old machinery of fate
The quiet engine of destiny
Turning once more
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