Sand Seas and Sacred Stones: A Tale of Sleepy Seers and Mysterious Sagas
Exploring the Mythical World of Sailors and Scavengers in the Depths of Dreams
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As the night grows deep and still,
My mind wanders, unrestrained and thrill,
To distant lands and unknown seas,
Where sailors sail on sand with ease.
Their songs fill the silent air,
As they scavenge and search with care,
For sacred stones, scarce and rare,
That hold secrets beyond compare.
These tales, whispered by a sleepy seer,
Unveil a saga, mysterious and queer,
Of a world beyond our own,
Where myths and legends have grown.
So let sleep summon its strange stories,
Of sailors sailing sand seas, in all their glories,
For in these dreams, we may find,
The sacred stones, we seek in our mind.
About the Creator
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