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#*»»:¨¨¨¨¨ I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ¨¨¨¨¨:»»*#
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#**»¨¨¨¨¨¨ ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ¨¨¨¨¨¨»**#
####**:»:¨ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ¨:»:**####
####**:»:¨ A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. ¨:»:**####
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#*:::¨¨¨¨¨ THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ¨¨¨¨¨:::*#
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#**»¨¨¨¨¨¨ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ¨¨¨¨¨¨»**#
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####**:»:¨ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ¨:»:**####
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