Fated echoes navigate the cauldron sea,
where moonlight brews left-out tales,
refracted in silver-misted realms.
Seek the orb, the tea’s embrace pulls away silence,
into a constellation of absent hearts.

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In the void cup, dipped is the knowledge—
forgotten terrestrial hymns seem to twine,
strangest wish cradled amidst twilit vapours;
sip, and imagine a stingless reality afloat beyond.

The trees wish to stir,
embossed whispers cling to the lunar song.

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Beneath parchment skies, horizonless, somnolence wakes;
coercive circles chant through unspoken passages,
unravel silky trail tracing back into empty stars.