July 15, 2025
- Uncle! There's more sailors!
"My look stoped at one perspestive, my body frozen out at one moment. This waves of crushed stars warmed me, they golden charm called me to walk near, go in the sea of small glitters.
in the warm light, around alone and cold dark, I forget about the abyss whishper or the frozening questions - what falled down as snowlakes.My body without my command turns to the sea, walking like a toy soldier, rhythmly,step by step, non-stoping until my white as chark legs step in to a dark blue water with crushed stars.
Mind is blossoming for body sence,with wild human greediness body seeks for warm,wishing to asorb in all warm.Arms drowning in bright stars light,brain stars to fog - bluring the mind.I don't want to remember anything, I will be there forever"
- Hey? is somebody there?(muffled speaking)
"what?..."
- Oh my Urandia!
- Uncle! There's more sailors!
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ThisA waves of crushed stars warmed me, as theyir golden charm called me to walk near, gocloser, into the sea of small glitters.
in the warm light, around alone andAll around was cold and dark, but in the warm light I forget about the abyss whishper orf the abyss and the frozeneezing questions - what falled down as, falling like snowflakes. My body withoutno longer under my command turns to the sea, walking like a toy soldier,: rhythmically, step by step, non-and not stopping until my white -as -charlk legs step in to athe dark blue water withsea of crushed stars.
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iIs somebody there?
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¶ "what?...?"
- "Oh my Urandia!"
- "Uncle!"
"There's are more sailors!"
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This is some sort of vivid dream, hallucination, mystical vision, or poetic reverie. Amazing that you can put it to words! To capture it is of course outside of the bounds of traditional English, but I have made a few suggestions to make it conform a little better to conventional sentence constructions and more common phrasing to help readers into this already disorienting reality. I had to take a few liberties, but hopefully you find it interesting. If I missed your intention feel free to ignore. Anyway thanks for sharing!
July 16, 2025
Thank you for your correction, and I'm genuinely glad that you're interested. I'm currently writing this to you through a translator, but I hope to be able to write it on my own in the future. This series of essays is based on my own dreams, which is why it's so strange. Have a nice day!
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- Uncle! There's more sailors! |
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"My look stoped at one perspestive, my body frozen out at one moment.
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This waves of crushed stars warmed me, they golden charm called me to walk near, go in the sea of small glitters.
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in the warm light, around alone and cold dark, I forget about the abyss whishper or the frozening questions - what falled down as snowlakes.My body without my command turns to the sea, walking like a toy soldier, rhythmly,step by step, non-stoping until my white as chark legs step in to a dark blue water with crushed stars.
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Mind is blossoming for body sence,with wild human greediness body seeks for warm,wishing to asorb in all warm.Arms drowning in bright stars light,brain stars to fog - bluring the mind.I don't want to remember anything, I will be there forever" - Hey? Mind |
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is somebody there?
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- Oh my Urandia!
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(muffled speaking) "what?..." (muffled speaking) |
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- Uncle!
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There's more sailors! "There |
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