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(music:CHRIS)
Tranquility...
How necessary,how boring it can be.
The liquid void has no earsto receive the consolation of the surface.AN IGNORANT:"MAYBE IT'S BETTER THAT WAY.WHAT DOESN'T TOUCH DOESN'T HURT."
The innocence of a swangliding on a desolate lakecan't be sensedand therefore can't bring jealousy.
Entire worlds full of wonder are banishedto rest only in few visionary minds,haunting them with their glowing beauty.
Fortunately,there are alwaysthose with the forked tongueto bring the borders closer.
But there are also tribes of inferior beings,beings so proudly inferiornecessary to give worth to the higher.
But not without cost...
They liberate ordeals.
Their negative thought is the fungus,the grim vestment of the relic.THE LEADER:THE ERODING FRANKINCENCE OF MARASMOUSCAN BECOME UNTOLERABLE.
Their region is warm like a blanketbut narrow as a coffin,an UNDERWORLD.
Fortunately there are alwaysthose with the forked tonguethat bring the borders closer...
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