[…] at her white bosom is that patch incarnadine—the red, red rose. Agitant and tremulous it has burst open, and its pure heart lies bare.

We eventually reach a minimum graph where no more appearable snapshot doesn't exist (typically, zero or only one vertex will remain).

Keep in mind that none of this is guaranteed to end with rainbows and unicorns. Like any idea, notions such as culturcide and the culture of one can be used by people to achieve what will strike a particular society or group or individual as negative effects; nonetheless, I hope to keep things mostly upbeat.

Further, a workable transcription will note sublexical elements such as breathing noise and laughter.