A fog of thoughts, entwined with cosmic strings
You pen letters through the veil, to
Stan of the 11th realm - whose mail is time,
And whose return address spirals back.
In the folds of this existence,
Where whispers radiate in colors unheard,
Seek the circle - its perimeter an illusion,
Until the next step unfolds as a spiral thread.
Dimension crossing requires elasticity
Of mind and soul, do not forget the
Touch of ethereal ink
To seal your portal with intentions clear.
Further destinations await, should you dare to roam:
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