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..,-^*$#@#                                          #@#$*^-,..
.,-^*$#@##                                          ##@#$*^-,.
..,-^*$#@#                                          #@#$*^-,..
...,-^*$#@          art school house dream.         @#$*^-,...
....,-^*$#                                          #$*^-,....
.....,-^*$        #------------------------#        $*^-,.....
....,-^*$#                                          #$*^-,....
...,-^*$#@ slightly uptown on a grassy hill lies  a @#$*^-,...
..,-^*$#@#    large repurposed institution. it's    #@#$*^-,..
.,-^*$#@## several floors,  a  few  hundred  meters ##@#$*^-,.
..,-^*$#@#       wide. made of yellow bricks.       #@#$*^-,..
...,-^*$#@                                          @#$*^-,...
....,-^*$#  combined nightclub, cafe, gallery, art  #$*^-,....
.....,-^*$ school. it's always  open,  people  come $*^-,.....
....,-^*$# and go. the basement is deeper  than you #$*^-,....
...,-^*$#@               would guess.               @#$*^-,...
..,-^*$#@#                                          #@#$*^-,..
.,-^*$#@## it's  messy.  i've spread my things over ##@#$*^-,.
..,-^*$#@#             several floors,              #@#$*^-,..
...,-^*$#@                                          @#$*^-,...
....,-^*$# and  due to  a few  many beers  and some #$*^-,....
.....,-^*$ secret  rivalries,  i  decide  i  should $*^-,.....
....,-^*$# leave.  but  where   are   my   shoes... #$*^-,....
...,-^*$#@                                          @#$*^-,...
..,-^*$#@#      #--- (looking for shoes) ---#       #@#$*^-,..
.,-^*$#@##                                          ##@#$*^-,.
..,-^*$#@# after a  while they  appear on my  feet. #@#$*^-,..
...,-^*$#@                    ok.                   @#$*^-,...
....,-^*$#                                          #$*^-,....
.....,-^*$ i'm crying  of joy, i hug  a friend  and $*^-,.....
....,-^*$# it's  good,  we're  close  now,  he  can #$*^-,....
...,-^*$#@ smell   me  (all   according  to  plan). @#$*^-,...
..,-^*$#@#                                          #@#$*^-,..
.,-^*$#@## i find out who  ruined my  paintings and ##@#$*^-,.
..,-^*$#@# i  pull  her hair.  she cries from  pain #@#$*^-,..
...,-^*$#@      but does not beg forgiveness.       @#$*^-,...
....,-^*$#                                          #$*^-,....
.....,-^*$      #--- (in the background) ---#       $*^-,.....
....,-^*$#                                          #$*^-,....
...,-^*$#@ sunset,  orange  and  pink,  city  is  a @#$*^-,...
..,-^*$#@#     black cutout. there's fires and      #@#$*^-,..
.,-^*$#@##         explosions on the ground.        ##@#$*^-,.
..,-^*$#@#                                          #@#$*^-,..
...,-^*$#@ "the  new  way of  shipping  iron - with @#$*^-,...
....,-^*$# the  railgun. the  iron slag is  shot at #$*^-,....
.....,-^*$ three  hundred and  thirty  three meters $*^-,.....
....,-^*$# per  second, and at the receiving end an #$*^-,....
...,-^*$#@ eight  square   meter  wooden  cube   is @#$*^-,...
..,-^*$#@#        launched to intercept it."        #@#$*^-,..
.,-^*$#@##                                          ##@#$*^-,.
..,-^*$#@# it  looks  like  interstellar  war.  the #@#$*^-,..
...,-^*$#@ wooden  block shatter  into  hundreds of @#$*^-,...
....,-^*$#                  wands.                  #$*^-,....
.....,-^*$                                          $*^-,.....
....,-^*$#        #------------------------#        #$*^-,....
...,-^*$#@                                          @#$*^-,...
..,-^*$#@# # house dream  ^  railgun  ^ structure # #@#$*^-,..
.,-^*$#@##          # institution ^ maze #          ##@#$*^-,.
..,-^*$#@#                                          #@#$*^-,..
...,-^*$#@                                          @#$*^-,...
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.....,-^*$                                          $*^-,.....
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