The Realm of Lost Things
Beyond the mists of the ineffable, the way between worlds, there swims a manta ray.
She glides through the unending ocean, this benevolent goddess, gathering upon her back the shipwrecked, the suffering,and the lost.
We build our cities into her skin.
We make love beneath her trees.
And in return, we entrust our pasts to her warm embrace. She takes them from us. She keeps them safe.
And I, the King
...I keep HER safe.
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