"i came upon a shadow. in the forest, through the trees, looking into the high clouds between the fingers and leaves of the branches. and through the light, it spoke to me.

glistening and full. glowing bright yellow waters, pouring from the shadow as a font.

i was drawn within, caressed by the waves that rippled from the pool our communion made.

and i set to oceans, upon the waves ever bluer than i had known, on a clipper ship, my face against the wind.

the horizon and her siren call, all that i had ever wanted, pursued since the day i could walk to run, and sail. leaving home and my dear mum. may she rest in peace. it has been many years since last we spoke. and as of now, i am certain she must have perished.

for in a dream late last cold bitter night, into dreams she came to me, parting as a ghost in the dark. a dark figure spilling light from her now youthful lips, embracing me in love, as she departed into the next world.

oceans of infinite bliss, star melted glistening as the sky, where all weary travelers are home welcomed.

for it has been many years since last we spoke. and though i awoke to the emptiness of my cabin to walk the frigid deck attended to by Mr.Smee, i felt no distance in my heart.

at home upon the waves, ever as they flow, all weary travelers shall find their way home. and we shall be reunited again."

so, the idea is that it is a constant stream of mind, not thought. where an image carries you away and the elemental forces that compose us simply redefine the space. obviously various characters would emerge and repeat and then their stories as timespace would necessarily interconnect and create consequence waves that then must be balanced in the mind that bore the imaginative creation from whence first they sprang that did bear them.

what emerges is the portrait of a mind.

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