Tis what it is. Matters not if you don't care.
The Queens Island: Enter If You Dare
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LittleFalcon
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- May 10, 2020
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Maybe I will, maybe I wont
Once you are asleep
morning wake up holds you down,
Cookie sugar crash!
Magical cookies.
Questions, will not form for you,
Until sunday's through.
Fight, though you may try,
Spiders have worked their spell.
Hydrate, a soul cries.
Every stinkin'time I hear that song I cry.......
(Deep sigh).... Very honorable rendition. /Salute
Immediately? Not exactly, you should be able to got an hour or so....at most IIRC.
Totally fine if not!
The sun had long set,
The insects are hard at work,
Collecting the dew.
Those beautiful bug.
Crawl from under the vessels;
Weaving the water.
One becomes thousand.
And thousands become millions.
Cocooning the ships.
Cocoon forces sleep.
And time stands still for them all;
Even the crow's nest.
With no moon in the sky and darkness from horizon to horizon; the magical silken water-cocooned ships stop traveling through the waters. As the winds magically pick up from the 4 directions swirling ever so gently creating a hazy mask across the stars in the sky. The humidity increases to fill the air with a foggy mystical myst. It becomes so think that the cocooned ships become glistening magical eggs floating yet, motionless in the seas. As the hours pass the layers become ever so thicker and thicker. Hardening like crystal. Semi-translucent yet harder than magical iron.
On the shoreline and across the lands, the same beautiful dreamscape is encapsulating all the kingdoms, save one. Of the Sorceress Queen Bee Key's realm, it's myst has not changed from it's normal defensive shimmering semi-translucency. The beautiful shimmering insects mearly bolster the beautiful defenses.
As the sun must eventually rise; and so it shall.... The floating eggs in the ocean slowly begin to shimmer and glow as the hint of twilight bounces off the hardened outter shell. As the hours unwind through the morning the floating eggs begin to slowly melt away allowing more and more sunlight through the magical layers....
As the sun light begins to gently dance across the lands the glistening silken-watery cocoons over the lands begins to weekend and transition into a fog so thick as to make London shiver with jealousy.
Late into the morning nearing 10 or 11; 5 to 6 hours after the first twilight of the morn' does the cocoon begin to transition into thinner and thinker fog across the kingdoms. By high noon the dogs across the lands thins and finally begins to evaporate yet, even leather armor glistens from the humidity into the hour of noon.
As mid day approaches the fog is finally lifting from all the kingdoms save the usual myst surrounding Sorceress's kingdom.
Those beautiful glistening eggs in the oceans are finally transitioning to a deep, cold fog. Those in the crow's nest are the 1st to finally awaken on most all the vessels. They awaken from what feels like a hangover from.hell. the heads are pounding like waves crashing against the white cliffs of Dover. As all on the seas awaken they too experience this most unpleasant hangover like headache. This day will be remembered for years to come.
Long about mid day the vessels begin to "feel" the bobbing of the waves alone and nearing twilight they finally begin to feel the ships underway from the wind finally retuning to their sails....
The insects are hard at work,
Collecting the dew.
Those beautiful bug.
Crawl from under the vessels;
Weaving the water.
One becomes thousand.
And thousands become millions.
Cocooning the ships.
Cocoon forces sleep.
And time stands still for them all;
Even the crow's nest.
With no moon in the sky and darkness from horizon to horizon; the magical silken water-cocooned ships stop traveling through the waters. As the winds magically pick up from the 4 directions swirling ever so gently creating a hazy mask across the stars in the sky. The humidity increases to fill the air with a foggy mystical myst. It becomes so think that the cocooned ships become glistening magical eggs floating yet, motionless in the seas. As the hours pass the layers become ever so thicker and thicker. Hardening like crystal. Semi-translucent yet harder than magical iron.
On the shoreline and across the lands, the same beautiful dreamscape is encapsulating all the kingdoms, save one. Of the Sorceress Queen Bee Key's realm, it's myst has not changed from it's normal defensive shimmering semi-translucency. The beautiful shimmering insects mearly bolster the beautiful defenses.
As the sun must eventually rise; and so it shall.... The floating eggs in the ocean slowly begin to shimmer and glow as the hint of twilight bounces off the hardened outter shell. As the hours unwind through the morning the floating eggs begin to slowly melt away allowing more and more sunlight through the magical layers....
As the sun light begins to gently dance across the lands the glistening silken-watery cocoons over the lands begins to weekend and transition into a fog so thick as to make London shiver with jealousy.
Late into the morning nearing 10 or 11; 5 to 6 hours after the first twilight of the morn' does the cocoon begin to transition into thinner and thinker fog across the kingdoms. By high noon the dogs across the lands thins and finally begins to evaporate yet, even leather armor glistens from the humidity into the hour of noon.
As mid day approaches the fog is finally lifting from all the kingdoms save the usual myst surrounding Sorceress's kingdom.
Those beautiful glistening eggs in the oceans are finally transitioning to a deep, cold fog. Those in the crow's nest are the 1st to finally awaken on most all the vessels. They awaken from what feels like a hangover from.hell. the heads are pounding like waves crashing against the white cliffs of Dover. As all on the seas awaken they too experience this most unpleasant hangover like headache. This day will be remembered for years to come.
Long about mid day the vessels begin to "feel" the bobbing of the waves alone and nearing twilight they finally begin to feel the ships underway from the wind finally retuning to their sails....
A note is found written in a delicate script & hung upon the pilots wheel for the captain of each ship to read from whenst they finally awaken.....
Good morning sunshine.
Cheating solves nothing, you see?
Signed, mother nature.
Good morning sunshine.
Cheating solves nothing, you see?
Signed, mother nature.
A similar beautifully scripted note is left, hung upon the front gate of all the other kindoms and islands in the lands...
Everyone needs sleep.
Do not worry what comes next,
Everyone else slept.
Signed, mother nature
Everyone needs sleep.
Do not worry what comes next,
Everyone else slept.
Signed, mother nature
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