There once was a boy who dreamed of what was...
Dreamed of the sea, eternal, undulating, sparkling and bright.
He dreamed of travel and change... of movement.
He dreamed of things beyond the curling corners of fading maps and charts.
He dreamed beyond the long forgotten monsters of old.
He dreamed deeper than the countless fathoms of the oceans depths.
And there he sat... motionless, transfixed, holding the delicate sway of his dream, a bubble balanced on the static charge of his palm.
Outside the ocean yawned, opened, and stretched its span regardless.
One more dream to swallow and hold.
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