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It flickers, it's whole. It dances, and levitates. One, two, three, four, arithmetic movements covered the floor. Leaving all but a single star to strive in survival for it's futile existence. Five, six, seven, eight, four more globes hopped in. Scraps for pieces aligned the black, striving for better company. Nine and ten, fights for gravity pulls the void. Ten spheres of land goes for life, aching for ingots among the vast black.