Travel on the gust, erosion of sense.
Vessel of red rust, the present tense.
Crystalline divinity ride the tide.
Elastic snap of self service trap.
Gem returns to crest, take rest.
Waving hands melt away.
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Artwork and written scripture from the mind of a creature beyond our visible horizon. Updated strategically.
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