Georgina Atkinson

The Emerald Egg has risen.
Ruling the land far and wide,
Its power stretches beyond the furthest river,
Above the highest peak, deep below the darkest cave.
Yet its power is only understood by mortals through a dreamlike trance.
A trance so strong, so compelling, so mesmerising,
One is unable to deny its magnitude,
But can only contemplate one’s own reality,
Question one’s dream,
And immerse oneself into a blissful dysphoria.
I am the Emerald Egg.

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