As the sun sets to the northwest, I take a walk under the bright moon. Past the Sweet Peas, buzzing with pollinators, past the Apple, gravid with fruit, down the road towards the Cathedral. The Cathedral dome glows an orange hue in the gloaming.
Shutters were open under Her glowing presence, allowing the light to penetrate deeply into the sanctum. I can see the device, cold hard steel shining inside. Never does it see the daylight, but under Her glow the device sparkles on it's own, ready to receive the Knowledge as it is showered on all of us.
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