Of what world we wonder true? Our lacking nature holds fast our corporeal soul upon the bosom of thriving abodes that guise the cradled womb. In this place stand we, me and all others, bound not in chains but yoked hereto nonetheless. Grand thrusting spears slice through the wondrous blue veil, floating on the currents of bent universe beyond this round realm, bringing to the helm fleshless anthropomorphized cold creatures to cast away the dark cloak, thus revealing remote stone for stone’s sake.
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