.~~†*@&#@# #@#&@*†~~.
...~~**&&# #&&**~~...
.~~†*@&### ###&@*†~~.
.~~†*@&#@# #@#&@*†~~.
.~~†*@&#@# #@#&@*†~~.
.~~†*@&#@@ I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO @@#&@*†~~.
...~~~**&& PARALLEL WITH THE RAILROAD, WITH ITS &&**~~~...
~~†*@&#@## ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ##@#&@*†~~
.~~†*@&&&# INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S #&&&@*†~~.
.~~~~†*@@& A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. &@@*†~~~~.
.~~†*@&#@# #@#&@*†~~.
......~~*& EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A FOGGY QUALITY TO &*~~......
.~~†*@&### THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ###&@*†~~.
.~~†*@&#@@ A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD @@#&@*†~~.
...~~††**& WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE &**††~~...
.~~†*@&### TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ###&@*†~~.
.~~†*@&### ###&@*†~~.
.~~†*@&### WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS ###&@*†~~.
.~~††**&#@ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST @#&**††~~.
.~~†*@&#@# SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. #@#&@*†~~.
...~†*@&&& &&&@*†~...
.~~†*@&#@# I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED #@#&@*†~~.
.....~~†@# YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. #@†~~.....
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