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If the bubbles had not risen, the raft would have sunk. Unarguably so, without it, the driftwoods and metal planks could have submerged entirely. Or could it not? Would the lofty sails keep the raft afloat if it wasn’t buoyant enough? If the bubbles and its impervious existence were left obscured, could Bloom tie the tips of her strings at all? Behold! A voyage foretold has loomed. Made known by an ancient book engraved with blossoms, embosomed by Bloom herself, it has dawned. In a summer’s night deprived of its moon, it has hummed the harmony between darkness and light. It was as clear as the torches and its flames. Seven Seas has crossed the point of visibility. In its bounds, ghostly footsteps have echoed, gleaming apparitions have swayed above the tombs and the tides of oblivion have cast its gloom. Gripping Carnation with its phantoms from her bosom to her very nutshell, its mysteries have swelled beneath the shimmers of the moon. Will Carnation find her paddles in the scribbles and along the shores? Will the soaring waves whip the vessel she had bonded to the full? Or will she rise from the tides of oblivion unscathed after all?