On the evening of ██/██/████, The Wardens of the Pathways were dispatched to a three bedroom semi-detached house located in ████████, London. Initially they were alerted to its location after detecting a series of electromagnetic pulses consistent with the classic model of a small scale reality breach originating from the Unknighted Kingdom. According to calculations, the reality breach was suspected to be that of an object weighing no more than 500g.
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Last night I saw my lover in the inklight. Silver was his shine. Tidal was my roar. Amidst the pin pricked void, his crooked grin was a cutlass slice. All tranquil seas and craters, and robed in midnight’s halo, with a dark side that sets my waves to the sways. Shores giddy with excitement, foaming at the sands, I bounced his face across my rippling mirrors; east to west, and embraced his stillness in lagoons of blue. I sang a song of seashores; echoed in the seashells, as he hummed a lunar lullaby whilst dancing out of phase. He sparkled in my dewdrops; sleepy yawning at the dawn, then tucked himself behind a mountain away from daylight’s burning eye.
And so it began, of us there were three:
A ladybird, an engine and little old me.
And the strangest of restaurants that you’d ever see
One night where we journeyed for a wee spot of tea.
Inside a beetle we traveled along
A road whilst the ladybird sang us a song.
A car that’s a beetle, who would have thought?
Its legs were short, it was bumpy, and my nerves were quite fraught.
The engine enquired about my stethoscope
I said, “I’m not wearing one, is this some kind of joke?”
But that’s how he knew I’m a real doctor, you see,
As only an imposter would wear one without patients to treat.
According to legend, the roots of the Tree of Inlustris run as deep as the earth is old. An ancient mass that sits atop of a rocky hill, its gnarled trunk is ridged with bloated arteries that circulate a thick silver liquid known as the blood of the bark. At over two thousand feet tall, its lofty canopy is home to an umbrella of leaves unlike those of any other flora in existence: tiny pinpricks of light cast in a myriad of hues. It is interesting to note that for miles around, the land is of a lifeless monochromatic grey. Some say that this is because the roots of the Tree of Inlustris absorb nutrients from the colours of the earth.