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Some more places. Some more of what your hope would like for you to see. In that tabletop roleplaying game, for play.

No rules, or anything; just stuffing, the middle bit‒the paths you roll to. To act. Make art. No destinations, given; though, you can set one, get there‒if still you've beats. To find. To make land.

Expand them, the fields, the centrefold; hold still ᵰ work off a known land. For warmer green, for hot springs. Return then an else, to your haunts' time-wrenched knot-stay, a remembrance. Reach it. Later, on your way. When you roll up on it. And you see it, clear, to you, an out.

Inspired by: tarot cards and Chibi-Robo's footsteps