Galaxy of Thought
The numerous clouds of intelligence come together to create peace.
They unite one another to form a mystic disk, which catches the souls in the eye.
With guards surrounding them hope to keep them safe, for the mother is scared.
Like she worries of her children escaping to other worlds.
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