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| Where...... where am I?...... I remember...... the last thing I remember...... I was attached to a rock...... an enourmous, giant rock...... hurtling through space at maginificent speed...... | |
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| it swerved its course..... through this universe..... but I couldn't feel it spin..... I could stand up..... and could breathe...... and on my tiny section..... a bittercold smattering of surface.... | |
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| amidst a caucophony of liquid... were scattered herds of giant statues.... of cylinders and cubes.... giant to me yet.... tiny to this world.... and one such sculpture.... that so aroused my curiosity | |
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| with grandeur of design..... yet warmth of interior.... allowed me to enter its core..... to marvel at its sculptures of glass.... and sultry temptresses.... draped over tables.... | |
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| and sipping honey.... from icy cylinders... or decanters of nectar... of which one was bestowed upon me... poured from a vase of crystal.... upon which was emblazoned... in letters proud and pure.... | |
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