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The young lady who stands weightlessly on waterlilies next to a cage containing the known Universe is Nature. She thinks Creation into existence, manifold and beautiful as expressed in the mass of flowers that surround her. But dunes of yellow sand are slowly advancing, and with it a black beast and its mindless master. The nightingale calls out, loud and clear, but it remains to be seen if Mankind will heed her. And while the town by the sea is burning, the Just escape with a ship under full sail.
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