Away With the Wind In Time

Join me, in my hand, ?? Join me in the Institute for a Common Humanity. Here I perch, naked and beaten, on a tiny glass slide within a microscope. It is wondrous to find that this skin is formed of a million shattered triangles, our brains fractal-ised caverns of tentative foliage. Join me, in my hands, ?? ????! Join me in the Institute for a Common Humanity. Where, and too far away! Our hearts sink in sealed jars of Dread; an unwilling relief is sent of the wind. In time, an ultradian contortion; we'll peer into the minds of a derelict people, and clear as ever day shall arrive the curious light. ????? ?? ???? ?? ??? ?????. ?? ??? ???? ?? ??? ????? ??????, ?? ????? ???? ?????.