#@#@%*†=..                                          ..=†*%@#@#
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#@#@%*†=..                    %%                    ..=†*%@#@#
#@@%†††=..                  %%  %%                  ..=†††%@@#
##@%%*†=..                  %    %                  ..=†*%%@##
#@#@%*†=..                  %%  %%                  ..=†*%@#@#
#@#@%*†=..                    %%                    ..=†*%@#@#
#@#@%*†=..                                          ..=†*%@#@#
@%***††=..             # #===========# #            ..=††***%@
#@#@%*†=..    ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #     ..=†*%@#@#
#@#@%*†=..             # #===========# #            ..=†*%@#@#
##%**=....                                          ....=**%##
#%†....... envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of    .......†%#
@%†....... sound... and sure enough, between the    .......†%@
#@#@%*†=.. grains there are calls from other        ..=†*%@#@#
#@%%%*†=.. worlds -                                 ..=†*%%%@#
@#@%%*†=..                                          ..=†*%%@#@
#%%†=..... distant wailing sirens, coming closer    .....=†%%#
#%%†=..... but staying out of reach... telling me   .....=†%%#
@@#@%*†=.. that something is happening, perfuming   ..=†*%@#@@
##@#@%*†.. me with someone elses excitement         ..†*%@#@##
#@#@%*†=..                                          ..=†*%@#@#
##@*=..... the phone ringing, a certain phone from  .....=*@##
@#%†=..... a job long lost, urging for someone to   .....=†%#@
#@**==.... pick up                                  ....==**@#
##@@%*†=..                                          ..=†*%@@##
@%%%*==...                                          ...==*%%%@
@@@%**†=.. and at times, when i'm almost drowning   ..=†**%@@@
#@@@%*†=.. in this metaphorical sand, breathing     ..=†*%@@@#
#@@*=..... it, the veil is next to breached... i    .....=*@@#
#@%***†=.. hear flutes, sines, repeating themes     ..=†***%@#
#@#@%*†=.. like were they calls from rubbery        ..=†*%@#@#
#@#@%*†=.. birds... deafeningly loud!               ..=†*%@#@#
@*=....... but like a mirage, constantly            .......=*@
##@#@*†=.. evaporating and reforming.               ..=†*@#@##
#%%%%*†=.. and not really touching my eardrums.     ..=†*%%%%#
#@#@%*†=..                                          ..=†*%@#@#
#@#@%*†=..                                          ..=†*%@#@#
#@#@%*†=..                                          ..=†*%@#@#
@@#@%*†=..                                          ..=†*%@#@@
#%**†.....                                          .....†**%#
@%**†==...                                          ...==†**%@