Horus, Hour and Emerald City Imprinted on the Black and White Horizon

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Beyond projected horizon,
beyond mute and blinding, always active, striking advisor,
One island silently dreams.

There, time doesn’t truly exist,
the potency of darkest fear is just a smiling mist.

In this place, a dreamless fact that weaves reality sleeps,
all four points of the world play amalgamated, deconstructive tricks.

So your approved vessel, your nake…