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The stars

tell me half a world of

endless waves and isolation

days pass

numberless

stranded

and lost at sea.

Monolith

shrine to unholy

sunken gods

rise.

The black,

water breaking,

reaching out, madness takes me.

eldritch,

architect,

horror,

of my last dreams.

Over the ridge,

across the festering plain,

singing for sanity,

laughing for liberation.