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¨§¨¨§§¨¨§¨                                          ¨¨§§§¨§¨§¨
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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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¨§§¨¨¨§¨§§ £ # ¶      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. † , , §§¨¨¨¨§¨§§
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§¨¨§¨§¨¨¨§ , , «     Entertained, And Then    « , , §§¨¨§¨¨§§¨
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§§¨¨¨§¨§§§ ¨ ¨ ¨                              ¨ ¨ ¨ §§§¨§§§§¨¨
¨§¨¨§§§¨¨§ ¨ ¨ ¨ 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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