no formal skill and simply out of the comfort of m (Remove filter)
Many
An infinite amount of colors and I chose one.
To be wrapped in gauze and done.
Left to hang for some time now,
To open like a caccoon and dropped to the floor.
From there I soar and soar
Down
Until my feet have met the ground.
And here I see a marvel to behold, golden gates to what waits behind a massive wall.
I draw near to get a better look,
Golden gates open with a brown wooden b...
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