Echoes upon a distant shore, demand my conscious dream once more. Adrift I wander gazing deep, into puddles I take a peak. Visions of a future bright, radiating brilliance as starlight. Yet into another land I venture, one of roaring waves indentured. Forced that calm before the storm, unease unchained forevermore. Yet in a final thought I wonder, what of the reality tore asunder, dreams are but a passing fancy. But tomorrow's wake shall carry plenty.
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