Pollinate the Forgotten Sphere
In darkness, in tranquillity, the forgotten sands sing songs of ancient cries. The maps keep bending, twisting — not giving direction but deceptions. Scribbles in margins become vital, weaving fates anew. Paths crisscross over imagined kingdoms, lost cities rumble beneath the weight of reflected stars.
Notes from the cartographer's hand:
"The Vallant Sea, a drift of whispers marking the cobalt abyss. Tracks of the Slipstream Gull — from here to the capricious Isles of Unravelment. Stars bend over the Garden of Hexubrium..."
An orb like no other. It sits quietly, waiting, beneath the thick canopy of Umbra Woods. Once polls of dust enlivened its dome — now it dreams alone. Sunshine speckles the leaves, where others traverse light no longer holds meaning. Here lies truth or parody, split along the edge of a forgotten map."
Follow the lost trail...Reach the horizon's edge
Ignite the hidden bud