A journey through uncharted territories, guided by the things that are not said or seen, and highlights the act of navigation through the wreckage to discover Reality.
In my quest, I descended into the depths
Navigating to the very core
Each word I invoke is deliberate
A torch illuminating the path downward
These words, they unfold like maps
Sketching the invisible, voicing the silent, and uncovering the great mystery
I dove beneath the surface to witness the wreckage of past storms
Finding amidst the ruins
I sought not only to unearth the treasures that withstood time and war
But legacies that refused to fade
With each measured movement
I guided the beam of my light
Revealing the persistent contours of something profound
Eclipsing the fleeting existence of fish or weeds
Beneath the silence, my true objective -
The wreck itself, Cleansed of narratives and nostalgia
Reality, free from the embellishments of myth.
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