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Diving into a world unlike any known. You delve through with no known limits. A place that you can call your own. No fear or concern to withhold my words. Gazing at the beauty that only I can create
Once upon a time, in the Red Sea, in the underwater kingdom of Bur Sudan, lived Queen Yaya /Trapped in her own kingdom/Silenced by traditionAnd empty after producing many heirs for a King /Triton, the careless, the traditional, the oppressor /Yaya
A girl, a boy, trite. Persephone prompts—words, words, words—rapture, less trite.
Cold, dark, night, Black and Blue. Such a fright. So much to do –
In the wide world of Cibtravay Next to the sea of Wehclarah lay The nation of Pixies in the Valley of Winds Nestled in the sheer cliffs of the mountains
Agony Shared My Face