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In this world of greyness where ashes floats continously spanning wide far away till the last breath,
Some landforms are hilled high to heavens seemingly out of nowhere,
Walk a step and skip a second or century yet will not fear hunger nor thirst,
Deep within intuition and senses are heightened,
Moonlight of a structure with a nostalgic smell.
Earthen white sand that holds tight surface,
Non-living artifacts were handrawn in complex shapes,
A floor table covered in futon on top and a fur carpet below enough for tetrad,
Various books of scribbled lost language tucked to the shelves,
Every wall or ceiling emit nonexistent feeling.
Steps echoed from between light and darkness,
Visible were baggy clothes with dust on them,
Look of death with the surrounding of scarred life,
Returning from the 'Tales Of Three Warrior',
Muttered a heavy tiring breath "Lets get to know those strangers."
A letter is sent in any form,
It is with your intention to decide,
Warp/travel on your own in unexpected,
Or if not continue your day by replying no,
Drinks are of random and foods are but simple,
The purpose is to hear your stories and feed weekly curiosity,
Questions are given simple or complex but do whatever in reply,
Be aware everyone will know unless you whisper(Direct Massage),
Those that follow me are nearby feel free to have a chat with them,
[End] at the last paragraph Indicates complete stop to a conversation.
Return back to where you belong,
For no harm shall be done,
Everyone is seen equal,
Follow scribblers rule,
Should be fine.
Lastly, if this continues long enough... its a mystery.
Some landforms are hilled high to heavens seemingly out of nowhere,
Walk a step and skip a second or century yet will not fear hunger nor thirst,
Deep within intuition and senses are heightened,
Moonlight of a structure with a nostalgic smell.
Earthen white sand that holds tight surface,
Non-living artifacts were handrawn in complex shapes,
A floor table covered in futon on top and a fur carpet below enough for tetrad,
Various books of scribbled lost language tucked to the shelves,
Every wall or ceiling emit nonexistent feeling.
Steps echoed from between light and darkness,
Visible were baggy clothes with dust on them,
Look of death with the surrounding of scarred life,
Returning from the 'Tales Of Three Warrior',
Muttered a heavy tiring breath "Lets get to know those strangers."
A letter is sent in any form,
It is with your intention to decide,
Warp/travel on your own in unexpected,
Or if not continue your day by replying no,
Drinks are of random and foods are but simple,
The purpose is to hear your stories and feed weekly curiosity,
Questions are given simple or complex but do whatever in reply,
Be aware everyone will know unless you whisper(Direct Massage),
Those that follow me are nearby feel free to have a chat with them,
[End] at the last paragraph Indicates complete stop to a conversation.
Return back to where you belong,
For no harm shall be done,
Everyone is seen equal,
Follow scribblers rule,
Should be fine.
Lastly, if this continues long enough... its a mystery.