On the peninsula, a cliff one hundred metres the sea below. Waiting for a sign.
Pale blue morning, fishing, anticipating.
An invasion is coming. Translate this letter, yes in less than a month the island will be overrun.
I was woken up as if sleep was a sin, full of life again. back to guide me like her life depended on it, back with vitality.
Times a test, it´s a super cage for superheroes. A hot attraction and all that´s left to talk about when your almost dead.
Morning hovers, between reeds a fisherman picks up a message, it´s inevitable one kingdom spreads itself, whilst the others shrink and lose their beaches. Cushions, warm places to slip into deep uninterrupted sleep. Alas a superteam and their rocket are declaring takeoff on the peninsula.
Dawn will bring a sign, give me the pale morning, without even opening my eyes.
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