Sky churns, oceans dance, the topography yields to forgotten whispers.
Fleeting shadows of creatures unseen brush the edges of perception, imprinting transient echoes on the fabric of the untitled realm.
Every evening, I sketch frayed outlines of lands uncharted...
In these lands, the pathways intermingle with the dreams of cartographers, woven and unwoven.
Do the winds carry tales of the Gilded Serpent who curls around forgotten spires? Does it hiss secrets in tongues lost to time? Or does one seek counsel from the Luminescent Tortoise, haloed in ghostly azure?
As ink seeps, so too do the boundaries between land and imagined lore.
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