(fourth day, act one if the player does not make the three poems that appealed to Yuri)
A marvel millions of years in the making.
Where the womb of Earth chaotically meets the surface.
Under a clear blue sky, an expanse of bliss -
But beneath gray rolling clouds, an endless enigma.
The easiest world to get lost in
is one where everything can be found.One can only build a sand castle where the sand is wet.
But where the sand is wet, the tide comes.
Will it gently lick at your foundations until you give in?
Or will a sudden wave send you crashing down in the blink of an eye?
Either way the outcome is the same.
Yet we still build sand castlesI stand where the foam wraps around my ankles.Where my toes squish into the sand.
The salty air is therapeutic.
The breeze is gentle, yet powerful.
I sink my toes into the ultimate boundary line, tempted by the foamy tendrils.
Turn back, and I abandon my peace to erode at the shore.
Drift forward, and I return to Earth forevermore.
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✎(𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶)𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓓𝓓𝓛𝓒 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶
Non-Fiction✎(𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶)ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴅᴅʟ-ǝxǝ˙Ɔ ✎!might not be every single one of them