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The Clepsydrae

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'''The Clepsydrae''', also known as '''The Frozen Falls''' and '''The Found Mother''', is one of the Hours of [[The Fourth Fansus]], created by [[User:Cospinol|Cospinol]]. The rivers of any Mansus flow swiftly and deeply. And so it is with Time to the Clepsydrae. A blurring unity to our ancestors it was thusly broken by the Clepsydrae, that all might see its divisions for what they were, moments. Thus was she the division by which time might be moments, and a lifetime be memories. And thus was she frozen that they might cherish the floes upon the river, stillness to be grasped in the rushing of all others. And thus was she the caretaker of the forgotten, clipping them from the flow that they might once more be remembered. And thus was she the guardian of the lost and the broken, that they might know wholeness. And thus has she gone, that the Collision might not be. Yet a Name remains to speak of those floes, out of hate or love none might say. Yet he waits for that moment, praying and cursing a return unknown. <br>
 
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'''The Clepsydrae''', also known as '''The Frozen Falls''' and '''The Found Mother''', is one of the Hours of [[The Fourth Fansus]], created by [[User:Cospinol|Cospinol]].
The rivers of the Wake and the Mansus flow swiftly and deeply. And so it is with Time to the Clepsydrae. A blurring unity to our ancestors it was thusly broken by the Clepsydrae, that all might see its divisions for what they were, moments. Thus was she the division by which time might be moments, and a lifetime be memories. And thus was she frozen that they might cherish the floes upon the river, stillness to be grasped in the rushing of all others. And thus was she the caretaker of the forgotten, clipping them from the flow that they might once more be remembered. And thus was she the guardian of the lost and the broken, that they might know wholeness. And thus has she gone, that the Collision might not be. Yet a Name remains to speak of those floes, out of hate or love none might say. Yet he waits for that moment, praying and cursing a return unknown.
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