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Multi-coloured lights float above the swaying, scratchy reeds. Searching, always searching for something. The castle in the distance merges with the horizon. Blinking in and out of existence. Where does it go? Why come back?
By Strange TexturesMulti-coloured lights float above the swaying, scratchy reeds. Searching, always searching for something. The castle in the distance merges with the horizon. Blinking in and out of existence. Where does it go? Why come back?