As the pipe dream plays, carried over the horizon on a zephyr of heightened emotion, an emerald city drifts into view. Clouds of upliftment encircle the furthest parts, appearing like wings from a hidden phoenix about to take to the cobalt skies. The city, if ever one is needed, is a reminder of as above, so below. As within, so without. Everything is connected. The emerald city, the pipe dream, time and again. As the phoenix rises, be still and reflect. Not all pipe dreams are that.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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