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....,~:†$¶ Gray  Skies,  Swirling With  Soot. Stony ¶$†:~,....
...,~:†$¶@ Ground  With  No  Hints  Of  Vegetation. @¶$†:~,...
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.,~:†$¶@## Below  The  Surface   Are   The   Mines, ##@¶$†:~,.
..,~:†$¶@# Spiraling  Down  Into  The Crust.  Small #@¶$†:~,..
...,~:†$¶@ Compared To The  Caverns They Eventually @¶$†:~,...
....,~:†$¶ Reach And Join With. The Temperature  Is ¶$†:~,....
.....,~:†$ Higher Down Here,  And  The View Is  Not $†:~,.....
......,~:† As  Monochrome: A  Green  Light  Beckons †:~,......
.......,~:                From Below.               :~,.......
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........., Long  Ago, There Was A Lifeform Here. In ,.........
.......... The  Center Of The Planetoid,  Something ..........
.......... Dormant,  Waiting For A  Collision  With ..........
.......... Another  Body.   But   No   Planet   Was ..........
.......... Reached,  And  Over  Time, The  Seedling ..........
..........             Became A Sludge.             ..........
.........,                                          ,.........
........,~ And  Elves  Came   As  Miners,  And  The ~,........
.......,~:            Sludge Was Bottled.           :~,.......
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...,~:†$¶@ ¶ @ @   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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