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¨§¨¨§§¨§¨§                                          ¨§¨§¨§§¨¨¨
¨§§¨§¨§§§§                                          §§§§§§¨§¨¨
¨§¨§§§§¨¨¨ Gray  Skies,  Swirling With  Soot. Stony §¨¨¨¨¨§§§¨
¨§§§¨¨¨§¨¨ Ground  With  No  Hints  Of  Vegetation. ¨§¨¨¨¨§¨¨§
§§¨¨§¨¨§§¨                                          ¨§§¨¨¨§§¨§
¨¨§¨§§¨§¨§ Below  The   Surface   Are   The  Mines, ¨§¨§¨¨§¨§§
§¨§§§¨§§§§ Spiraling  Down  Into  The Crust.  Small ¨§§§§¨§§§¨
§§§¨¨§§¨¨¨ Compared To The Caverns  They Eventually §§¨¨¨§§¨¨§
¨¨¨§¨§¨§¨¨ Reach And Join  With. The Temperature Is §¨§¨¨§¨§¨§
§¨¨§§§§§§¨ Higher Down  Here, And  The View Is  Not §§§§¨§§§§§
¨§¨§¨¨¨¨¨§ As  Monochrome:  A Green  Light  Beckons §¨¨¨§§¨¨¨¨
¨§§§§¨¨¨¨§                From Below.               §§¨¨§¨§¨¨¨
¨§¨¨¨§¨¨¨§                                          §¨§¨§§§§¨¨
¨§§¨¨§§¨¨§ Long Ago, There Was  A Lifeform Here. In §§§§§¨¨¨§¨
¨§¨§¨§¨§¨§ The Center Of  The Planetoid,  Something ¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨§§
§§§§§§§§§§ Dormant,  Waiting For  A  Collision With ¨¨¨¨¨§§¨§¨
§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ Another   Body.   But   No   Planet  Was §¨¨¨¨§¨§§§
¨§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ Reached,  And  Over Time,  The  Seedling ¨§¨¨¨§§§¨¨
¨§§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨             Became A Sludge.             ¨§§¨¨§¨¨§¨
¨§¨§¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          §§¨§¨§§¨§§
§§§§§¨¨¨¨¨ And   Elves  Came  As  Miners,  And  The ¨¨§§§§¨§§¨
§¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨           Sludge Was Bottled.            §¨§¨¨¨§§¨§
¨§¨¨¨§§¨¨¨                                          ¨§§§¨¨§¨§§
§§§¨¨§¨§¨¨ ######################################## ¨§¨¨§¨§§§¨
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¨¨¨¨§§§¨§§ @ @ @                              @ @ @ §¨§§§¨¨¨§¨
¨¨¨¨§¨¨§§¨ @ @ @   The Cargo Ship Is Filled,  @ @ @ ¨§§¨¨§¨¨§§
§¨¨¨§§¨§¨§ ¤ @ @      Prepared For Launch,    @ @ ¤ §§¨§¨§§¨§¨
§§¨¨§¨§§§§ % @ @   Ignition Sequence Started  @ @ % §¨§§§§¨§§§
¨¨§¨§§§¨¨¨ / § @    Hours Ago. Elves In The   @ § / ¨§§¨¨¨§§¨¨
¨¨§§§¨¨§¨¨ / % §   Passenger Cabin, Not Yet   § % / §§¨§¨¨§¨§¨
¨¨§¨¨§¨§§¨ ~ / §   Seated. But Something Is   § / ~ ¨¨§§§¨§§§§
§¨§§¨§§§¨§ ~ ~ ¤   Wrong. There Is Something  ¤ ~ ~ ¨¨§¨¨§§¨¨¨
§§§¨§§¨¨§§ , , %   Green Around Their Mouths. % , , §¨§§¨§¨§¨¨
§¨¨§§¨§¨§¨ , , / The Sludge Has Been Sampled, / , , ¨§§¨§§§§§¨
§§¨§¨§§§§§ , , ~     Entertained, And Then    ~ , , §§¨§§¨¨¨¨§
¨¨§§§§¨¨¨¨ , , ,      Finally Binged On.      , , , ¨¨§§¨§¨¨¨§
§¨§¨¨¨§¨¨¨ ¨ ¨ ¨                              ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨¨§¨§§§¨¨§
¨§§§¨¨§§¨¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ The Engines Are Burning Hot, ¨ ¨ ¨ §¨§§§¨¨§¨§
§§¨¨§¨§¨§¨         And The Ship Accelerates         ¨§§¨¨§¨§§§
¨¨§¨§§§§§§           Away. The Elves Have           §§¨§¨§§§¨¨
¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨        Strapped Themselves In, And       §¨§§§§¨¨§¨
¨¨§¨¨§¨¨¨¨        Are Lying Completely Still,       ¨§§¨¨¨§¨§§
§¨§§¨§§¨¨¨              Like Corpses.               §§¨§¨¨§§§¨
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¨§§§¨¨§§§§                                          §¨§¨¨¨¨§§§