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A ship docked at the pier of a rundown harbor, greasy with prints of old mirages — desolate and poor. Foggy and remote, no ships ever navigate here. Yet one barged in amidst the haze, its destination unknown, so was its purpose. I sat atop my watchtower, surveying the ship — a ship I barely noticed in the gray scene. It docked. As if waiting for me. I rushed. I leapt from the high tower, rolling downhill with fierce intent. The ship blew its horn, released a heavy breath of steam, veered its course slightly — and went about its way.
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Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:16 AM UTC
The docked ship
A ship docked at the pier of a rundown harbor, greasy with prints of old mirages — desolate and poor. Foggy and remote, no ships ever navigate here. Yet one barged in amidst the haze, its destination unknown, so was its purpose. I sat atop my watchtower, surveying the ship — a ship I barely noticed in the gray scene. It docked. As if waiting for me. I rushed. I leapt from the high tower, rolling downhill with fierce intent. The ship blew its horn, released a heavy breath of steam, veered its course slightly — and went about its way.
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Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:16 AM UTC
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