The Museums of Seven Doors and the Rooms of Eternal Sighs with floors now drenched devotion's sobs flooding the chambers - The Ancient One sits on the wet floors with the Devotee glancing towards His Treasures He raises and points to the wood case holding the sacred Garment and His Sigh drowning all sobs and throbs sayings "you have no idea what just one scrap of My sadra will mean to the world in the future."ezad

 

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