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The half-blimped star aeried in the sky like a loose-water cannon,
and as that did, the forth-withered moon cast upon the shores waves that tore at it’s legs and bit at it’s ankles.
At a top of a light-tower, a girl casted her gaze upon that sea as did the moon, she watched for the gentle baying of the ships- of which there was none.
Her father was once a ship watcher like she, before he decided to venture out on his own and ended up falling to the craggy rocks.
Now she watched as did he, so that no sullen sailors suffered the same fate.
She looked up and down the coast line, then side to side at the sky, she reached up her arm and asked fate how it would be when morning came,
she didn’t expect an answer, fate was a tired fellow who had little time, but still she asked every day in case that today was to be the day,
and today it was, for fate answered, with a falling twinkling star from the nestled sky. It danced around the light tower, before landing in her pale hands,
first it spoke a glimmer, then it spoke a sparkle, then it spoke a whole world beyond the castled tower, beyond the topped tower surrounded by sea she had always known.
She was confused, of course she was, she had no purpose beyond this tower, and there was no world outside of it. Sailor’s came from the great outdoors, a place outside her realm.
She reached her hand out again, demanding fate for an explanation, fate answered with silence.
Night fell, morning rose, she slept little. Fate had given her a hunger, and she wasn’t patient enough to starve any longer.
Every day ever since then, she had to remind herself what happened to her father, what would happen if she no longer stayed here, the dangerous outside,
though despite all that, her stomach grumbled, roared, demanded, for a taste of outside.
She no longer spoke to fate, she didn’t trust it no longer, it spat at her lies to torment her, hung her by a string and left her in the dark.
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I might’ve drank a bit too much tea and coughed this out.
Showed it to a guest and he said it sounded like ‘you fed a premise to chatgpt, and it was so slow that you kept on reloading the page and entering it back in and then this was the result’, he’s not wrong lol.
My writing style is mostly gibberish anyways, so I guess the caffeine exacerbated it? I was pretty out of it when I wrote it.