The Inferno Ceases.
Drifting slowly from the gray clouds,
The weather changes from a clashing inferno to a gentle sway.
Crystal falls from the sky, glowing sparks of ice,
Swaying to and fro it follows the beat
O’ the ecstatic winds.
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