Not stagnant was I as feet traced the pools of air within sand, prints etched in impressionable rock, a chaos beknown but unrecognised by those who partake in its evolution.
This vast mirror of stars stretches afore me, it’s presence laps this chaotic path from static to motion. An exit into existence, this open gateway stares fixedly into the single eyes it dominates.
The deep ocean is in capture of each segregation in chaos. Combining lands and defining their boundaries, controlling their gaze as I form a gaze in return.
Your minds, my friends. To touch. Your strings bound from life’s eye, your silent corpse awaits. Chained to existence, rust will churn these bounds into decay.
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