Trabocco del Kundabuffer

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1. A striped road escaped the earth and forgot where it began.
2. Colors poured from a wound in the sky.
3. A giant eye watched a lonely hut dream itself awake.
4. Faces melted into faces and called it identity.
5. Roots grew from a forehead seeking forgotten stars.
6. The center of the whirlpool remembered a previous universe.
7. Balloons of memory floated above a river of sleep.
8. A blue pearl spun inside an ocean of thoughts.
9. A girl discovered entire worlds hiding in dust.
10. Two souls met nose to nose and exchanged weather.
11. A tree lit itself from within and became a rumor.
12. A traveler walked toward a light already walking toward him.
13. A woman’s hair became the map of lost desires.
14. Stairs rose through a spiral built from old mistakes.
15. A solitary tree held the sunset together.
16. The road learned to flow like a river.
17. Balloons escaped gravity and took sorrow with them.
18. A rainbow path curved through the evening’s pulse.
19. A sleeping face blossomed into red thoughts.
20. The overflow thickened into galaxies of bubbles.
21. A house drifted free from certainty.
22. Stars swirled around an invisible question.
23. A red tree shed hearts instead of leaves.
24. One eye opened and the world became self-conscious.
25. Fields unfolded like quilts sewn by forgotten grandmothers.
26. A mosaic spiral counted the years backward.
27. Dark hair became a flock of living shadows.
28. A corridor of rainbows led nowhere but inward.
29. A woman beneath a red umbrella sheltered a storm of memories.
30. Forests reflected themselves in liquid fire.
31. A tree held hundreds of small moons among its branches.
32. The spiral returned wearing new colors.
33. A face assembled itself from fragments of attention.
34. Lanterns floated upon a river of night.
35. The moon lowered a globe and called it destiny.
36. A flower unfolded at the center of the great forgetting.

For ages the Kundabuffer had hidden reality beneath layers of useful confusion. Yet one evening it overflowed.

Roads became rivers, eyes became worlds, houses drifted into clouds, and trees remembered the language of stars. Every bubble contained another bubble; every face concealed another face. The people wandered through rainbow corridors and spiral heavens, carrying umbrellas against rains of memory.

At last the moon lowered the forgotten sphere into the heart of the flower. The overflow subsided. Nothing returned to normal.

The rivers still dreamed. The stars still listened. And somewhere inside every eye, a tiny floating house waited patiently for the next flood of consciousness.