A ship never destined for a port, its captain charts a course of delicious futility—
Through starless seas and unyielding fog, where each wave whispers secrets to never be learned. Here, in this odyssey of endlessness, lies the profound irony: the more one travels, the more one remains stationary.
Consider the map, dear voyager, it holds paths of imaginary depth and routes leading to known unknowns and unknown knowns, crafted by those with an uncanny ability to depict absences.
In every horizon, a siren promises discovery of things that were not lost. Pause briefly, for here lies the real prize: stagnation masquerading as perpetual motion.
The finest voyages yield not treasure, but paradox—volatile and vibrant, like the chaotic noise of the cosmos. Listen closely, for each sound is a riddle wrapped in silence, a melody of toxic beauty.
And thus we sail, eternally, eternally, eternally... (forever is such a comfortable place to be.)
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