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The roaring culmination of water Twists and turns inward, driven by the reins of the wind and the harness of the moon. I, a mere figure stand, feet in the sand, powerless before the seething sea that stretches on for leagues of death and life, miracles or monsters forged in the depths. The world turns too fast- it makes me stumble, as my head hits the ground and stars burst behind my eyes or far ahead, is there a difference? We are all swept away, helpless to the filthy connotations of the world that taints us with their grasp. While the tides swell, steady as the clock ticks, even as we all wish it would just stop.
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:36 PM UTC
is it the ocean?
The roaring culmination of water Twists and turns inward, driven by the reins of the wind and the harness of the moon. I, a mere figure stand, feet in the sand, powerless before the seething sea that stretches on for leagues of death and life, miracles or monsters forged in the depths. The world turns too fast- it makes me stumble, as my head hits the ground and stars burst behind my eyes or far ahead, is there a difference? We are all swept away, helpless to the filthy connotations of the world that taints us with their grasp. While the tides swell, steady as the clock ticks, even as we all wish it would just stop.
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:36 PM UTC
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