In the mitten of a clairvoyance squall,
Mia stands, a wildflower in bloom.
Buildings twist, the sky a canvas,
A city unseen, a whispered room.
Mr. Hubble's Boutique,
Nestled between dreams and the day.
Books whisper of worlds, in silent chatter.
A skip from the scorecard, where stories matter.
Island 17, parchment in hand,
An instrument of fate, not just sand.
Mysterious margins call to the brave,
"Change the story," they crave.
A bustling clairvoyance, alive and keen,
Where creatures float, and buildings lean.
Mia's shadow gestures, a guide so slight,
towards adventures bold, into the night.
The weave of existence, a mosaic unfurled,
From actions small, and bravery won.
In Mr. Hubble's realm, where tales are spun,
Within us all, lies a hero, undone.