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Num arbor maeste flet cum folia autumno dimittere debet, etsi scit oportere? Cor meum mihi dicit ita esse. Morimur, involucrum nostrum exuimus, quamquam id penitus amplexati sumus. Et quemadmodum arbor folia dimittere debet ut novo vere renascatur, sic anima nostra hunc mundum, et omnia quae in eo amamus, deponere debet; natura enim nostra illius mundi est, nec hunc caducum in Elysium ferre potest.
Photo of a ultra realistic sailing ship, dramatic light, pale sunrise, cinematic lighting, battered, low angle, trending on artstation, 4k, hyper realistic, focused, extreme details, unreal engine 5, cinematic, masterpiece, art by studio ghibli, intricate artwork by john william turner
Does a tree weep when it must shed its leaves each autumn, though it knows it must be? My heart tells me that it does. We die, we cast off our husk, though we've come to identify deeply with it. And in the same way a tree must shed its leaves to grow anew next season, so too must our soul shed of this world, and all that we love in it; our nature is of that world and cannot carry this fallen one into paradise.
Num arbor maeste flet cum folia autumno dimittere debet, etsi scit oportere? Cor meum mihi dicit ita esse. Morimur, involucrum nostrum exuimus, quamquam id penitus amplexati sumus. Et quemadmodum arbor folia dimittere debet ut novo vere renascatur, sic anima nostra hunc mundum, et omnia quae in eo amamus, deponere debet; natura enim nostra illius mundi est, nec hunc caducum in Elysium ferre potest.
Does a tree weep when it must shed its leaves each autumn, though it knows it must be? My heart tells me that it does. We die, we cast off our husk, though we've come to identify deeply with it. And in the same way a tree must shed its leaves to grow anew next season, so too must our soul shed of this world, and all that we love in it; our nature is of that world and cannot carry this fallen one into paradise.
Photo of a ultra realistic sailing ship, dramatic light, pale sunrise, cinematic lighting, battered, low angle, trending on artstation, 4k, hyper realistic, focused, extreme details, unreal engine 5, cinematic, masterpiece, art by studio ghibli, intricate artwork by john william turner
Num arbor maeste flet cum folia autumno dimittere debet, etsi scit oportere? Cor meum mihi dicit ita esse. Morimur, involucrum nostrum exuimus, quamquam id penitus amplexati sumus. Et quemadmodum arbor folia dimittere debet ut novo vere renascatur, sic anima nostra hunc mundum, et omnia quae in eo amamus, deponere debet; natura enim nostra illius mundi est, nec hunc caducum in Elysium ferre potest.
Photo of a ultra realistic sailing ship, dramatic light, pale sunrise, cinematic lighting, battered, low angle, trending on artstation, 4k, hyper realistic, focused, extreme details, unreal engine 5, cinematic, masterpiece, art by studio ghibli, intricate artwork by john william turner
Does a tree weep when it must shed its leaves each autumn, though it knows it must be? My heart tells me that it does. We die, we cast off our husk, though we've come to identify deeply with it. And in the same way a tree must shed its leaves to grow anew next season, so too must our soul shed of this world, and all that we love in it; our nature is of that world and cannot carry this fallen one into paradise.
Num arbor maeste flet cum folia autumno dimittere debet, etsi scit oportere? Cor meum mihi dicit ita esse. Morimur, involucrum nostrum exuimus, quamquam id penitus amplexati sumus. Et quemadmodum arbor folia dimittere debet ut novo vere renascatur, sic anima nostra hunc mundum, et omnia quae in eo amamus, deponere debet; natura enim nostra illius mundi est, nec hunc caducum in Elysium ferre potest.
Photo of a ultra realistic sailing ship, dramatic light, pale sunrise, cinematic lighting, battered, low angle, trending on artstation, 4k, hyper realistic, focused, extreme details, unreal engine 5, cinematic, masterpiece, art by studio ghibli, intricate artwork by john william turner
Does a tree weep when it must shed its leaves each autumn, though it knows it must be? My heart tells me that it does. We die, we cast off our husk, though we've come to identify deeply with it. And in the same way a tree must shed its leaves to grow anew next season, so too must our soul shed of this world, and all that we love in it; our nature is of that world and cannot carry this fallen one into paradise.