On your arm is an ocean. Clouds slowly swirl and form into a hurricane. It travels towards your hand, a continent full of fertile jungles.
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Over the weeks, you can see the plates shift and volcanoes rise and fall. You resist the urge to scratch, these jungles take days to regrow.
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A glance up to your room's light: The marbles orbiting your head align to eclipse it and the moths stand out against the shadows.
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