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.^-=*§@@##     ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #    ##@@§*=-^.
...^^=*@§@             # #-----------# #            @§@*=^^...
.^-=*@§@@@                                          @@@§@*=-^.
.^-=*@§@## envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of    ##@§@*=-^.
....-=*@@@ sound... and sure enough, between the    @@@*=-....
.^-=*@@@@§ grains there are calls from other        §@@@@*=-^.
.^-=*@§@@# worlds -                                 #@@§@*=-^.
.^-=*@§§@@                                          @@§§@*=-^.
.^-=*@§@@# distant wailing sirens, coming closer    #@@§@*=-^.
.^-=*@§@@# but staying out of reach... telling me   #@@§@*=-^.
.^-=*@@§§@ that something is happening, perfuming   @§§@@*=-^.
....^==*§@ me with someone elses excitement         @§*==^....
.^-=*@§@@#                                          #@@§@*=-^.
....^^-=@§ the phone ringing, a certain phone from  §@=-^^....
.^-=*@§@@# a job long lost, urging for someone to   #@@§@*=-^.
.^-=*@§@@@ pick up                                  @@@§@*=-^.
.^-=*@§@@#                                          #@@§@*=-^.
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.^-=*@§@@# and at times, when i'm almost drowning   #@@§@*=-^.
.^-=*@§@@# in this metaphorical sand, breathing     #@@§@*=-^.
.....^=*@§ it, the veil is next to breached... i    §@*=^.....
.^-=*@§@@# hear flutes, sines, repeating themes     #@@§@*=-^.
..^^-=***§ like were they calls from rubbery        §***=-^^..
.^-=*@§@## birds... deafeningly loud!               ##@§@*=-^.
.^-=*@@@## but like a mirage, constantly            ##@@@*=-^.
.....-*@§@ evaporating and reforming.               @§@*-.....
...^==**§@ and not really touching my eardrums.     @§**==^...
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