There's a storm
on Jupiter.
That's been turning
for three hundred
and fifty years.
It is the oldest.Organized. Thing.
A Red Eye Within The Clouds.
Self-sustaining. Patient. Refusing to dissolve.
Not despite the chaos. Because of it.
It builds. Returns. Holds.
Some worlds are made this way.
Before the click,the climb.
Before the take,the cut nobody saw.
Before the leap,eons in tempest.
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