| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - The drops fall from the heavens in a cascade of fragile liquid crystal, like the tears of those angels lost to this cruel, fleeting world, a constant reminder that everything changes, that one day everything in this world now will someday be no more than a memory until that too fades into nothingness just as each drop eventually will.The sky above is a mixture of dingy white and deep gray, with co
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