A city upon a hill, they say.
A paradise woven subtly into the fabric of history.
A legend drifting among indiscernible whispers.
A perfection sought for endless eternities.
I’ve craved for its taste;
desired to indulge in its infinite goodness.
Even if perfection was merely temporary,
a moment captured was all I needed.
So this journey began, but one of the three kings, I was not.
No star guided my way
through the darkness. I wandered helplessly
with only this biased vision as my driving force.
The shadows revealed their true depth,
or perhaps my adaptation surpassed my consciousness.
The difficulty of the obstacles deteriorated gradually;
my progression hastened.
But then-- Nothing...
The road’s end had come to a perilous stop.
Frustration spewed flames from its nostrils
but vanished as soon as it came.
And half my journey concluded-- the other half just about to begin.
A lesson learned: perhaps the trip proved more exciting than the destination.
Trudging back into darkness, my feet walked into familiar territory;
accepting the fact that this perfect place was never there.
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