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There is no horizon. There is only sky and land, one gradually becoming the other. There is no earth, only dark images frozen solid. Treading softly, for I tread on your dreams. Or are they ambitions? It is hard to tell. Trying not to look down, I cast my eyes around me. Chitinous people buzz around the hive-cathedral of the temporal Archons, making sure that the plastic larvae are incubated with the proper dosage of razorbladesaturated candy. How did I know this? Is it already affecting me? Perturbed by my knowledge, I press on. The breeze coming in off the ocean reeks of gangrenous flesshhh. At last I reach the palace: A millllion-mile-hig officce building reflecting nothing in those dark, abysmal windows. HEre it resides. It Sees Me!


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