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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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.......... 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. ..........
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.........: WE'RE  OFF  THE  SEASON  WHEN  THE BIRDS :.........
........:~ SING  BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS  IT'S JUST ~:........
.......:~\       SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP.      \~:.......
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