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English breakfast
Dust blooms above Atlantis – the iron in its blood, out. A city lost, sunk in clouds that curl against kitchen sky. Silent, beautiful ruin. This tiny ocean, tilting, tipping the storm till it drains.
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Dust blooms above Atlantis – the iron in its blood, out. A city lost, sunk in clouds that curl against kitchen sky. Silent, beautiful ruin. This tiny ocean, tilting, tipping the storm till it drains.