Literature
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A breach erupts on the constantly shifting, cerulean surface
as a difference in temperature enfolds supple skin.
Already the notion of insincere signatures and infinite pages
seem a world too far from here.
Colossal silhouettes materialize from all angles, speaking,
singing; A sound that rumbles through you,
reverberating throughout you, echoing.
A melody we may only wish to comprehend, a tune
that reaches beyond the things that will not wait for us
above the cerulean surface.