In a sea of weirdness I am the island. The sea laps at my shores, washing them away and adding to the oddness. Soon, all that is left is the rock at the core. I have lost myself to the strange, but deep down I am the same.
Then the depths of madness are exposed by my shining sun. The light shines on the truth and the core erupts spreading what was inside back out. The island is recreated from rock and not sand. The weird is repelled and the Island is stronger than ever. Thanks to my sunshine.
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