Suddenly, as from a bolt of clarity and intuition, they recall: they can draw to mind things that have been lost - lost through the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, millennia. Things not lost in sacrifice, or given as spoils of a great war, but neglected - forgotten - to the self-devouring being of time; to the continuum of emergence, preservation and entropy, and thus lost to itself; to the great threat of itself, like a human so vivid with thoughts as to kill herself or a beautiful flower rotting from too much exposure to the very elements that once gave its life.
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