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The Land of Crystal Castles

The deepest crimson adorns
A canvas skin,
Wrapped securely in its hued dimension.
It holds the sun in space,
Keeping it a face
Peeking out from a blanket of ocean.
 
A crystal castle reflects the waters
And the whispering woodlands,
Encasing a sacred mountain.
I am the smallest grain of sand
With wooden staff in hand.
My wayward feet approach its mouth.
 
Infinite staircases spiral
To unknown heights
And menacing depths.
The Journeyer steps to its edge.
I feel the pulse of life
As I step into a colored shadow.
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