Above the endless azure tapestry, the orb sought a north it would never find, skipping suns while chasing moons. Remember to turn right at the nebulous figment just before it rains square marbles. Travelling from dusk may clear the head but clouds those secrets hidden in plain light.
Fortune cookies dissolve in cream waters at high tide, but beware the low call of silence. Whispering islands offer incomplete maps, guiding with the rhythm of telegraph ghost waves over wires tangled in orbistic measures.
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