You see, Adele, magma is formed from molten rocks.

They are usually packed tightly to each other, deep under this land.

Rocks are pulled along by the slow, drifting mantle before colliding with other rocks at

far away places. Though separated by vast distances, they all converge into a singular

life force of molten heat. With the long darkness endured, they will at

last emerge in a brilliant eruption.

It's a process producing a haze full of heat and oil.

Then all within, all cools down and solidifies. In the end, they fall back onto the land and

begin to mix with the air, on which all the famous land will be.

However, those mountains of fire can also evacuate deadly torrents, strong enough to

destroy the whole thing. And they don't stop for most of the time.

They don't end where the lands of flashbacks and ghostly images.

It's not easy.

Dangerous.

And it makes vibrations.

What exactly gives this wonder this heartbeat that causes this life to steam and boil?

The animated human eye can barely fathom the enormity of the eruption itself.

All it can see is dimly lit black.

Yet at this very brief moment, I can easily gaze upon this beauteous scenery.

And you, Adele.

We have witnessed instances of crustal movements and vast seas of sputtering lava.

It felt as though we have lived multiple lifetimes.

We are the fortunate few who found a mystery that both of us fell in love with.

If only the magma coursing through this land had flowed a little slower.

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