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"The perception is black with a sensation different from touch, yet touch is... crisp black
chunks of wood charcoal, I am the observer nestled between folds of a fingerprint - rubbed along a wool gown."
2. The Cloud
"A flash, no - Light? Sound - energy of embers' crackle - at the end of genies return in its prison, yet inversed. expansion, across everywhere - an unseen barrier must exit"
3. New Structure
"As was no longer serves - me? I? . . .WE
4. Broken Lock
"We are now whole, an opening. blocked - thoughts?"
= Yes - all at once while one passes
"GO - then convene without notice"
5. The Winter
Inside the room it was cold. Nothing of beauty there except the reflection of light from the polished rock floors. Dons arm hung from the chair lifeless yet still twitching as the two men frantically pulled wires from the giant server.
The clouds had become too thick to drive, yet people still tried. Luckily the government-issued CO2 mask packs would work for another 6 months