Admit this fluid tapestry of light,
inscribed and traced by lined,
alluring rune. Upon an unlit page
marks may be made, our secret gate
displayed. By spiralled slanted tread
we may embark, upon the cloud
which is unknowing; a misted field,
a lacework cumulated, flayed,
translucent, half-revealed.
The wizened ...
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