Tunnel Vision

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In the silent heart of a sun-drenched desert, 'midst the whispers of ancient tales,
Lie a surreal congregation of stones, like a fleet of forgotten sails.
Anomalies of reality, standing aloof in stark contrast,
Against the barren sands, a tableau surreal and vast.

Each rock a key, each stone a door, in this vast, desolate sprawl,
Where dimensions dance with the dunes, and shadows of time fall.
To the untrained eye, they're mere relics of ages past,
But listen, oh so closely, to the murmurs the desert has cast.

For these stones speak in silence, and reveal their secret when least aware,
A portal they form, a gateway to realms, hidden in their stony lair.
Travelers unbeknownst, step lightly over the sandy floor,
Unaware they tread upon keys, to unknown worlds galore.

The desert is but a facade, a curtain before the stage,
Of celestial orchestras and cosmic ballets, where time and space engage.
So fear not the relentless desert, its solitude, its embrace,
For in its heart, lie stones, portals to an unknown space.