Time's vessels erode in salt and secrecy, whispering tales through corroded hulls and sunken postcards. The sea doesn't forget; it only folds knowledge into its eternal depths. Remember the ship with no name, it sailed, among others, bearing lanterns stuffed with dreams and illusions. Did you think palms could hold oceans?
Did you decipher the maps? Or do they decipher you?
Masts bowed in prayer to the indistinct horizon, their shadows replicas, poised to unfurl forgotten verses. Navigate by the stars they said, but the stars left no offering, only an emblematic glow, violating the tenebrous spirit guarding rheumy registers. Logs speak softly under brine.【 Distant Schooner | wavering stands − recollections encrypted 】
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