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¶*:=,,,,,, to your sides are walls made of trees, ,,,,,,=:*¶
##¶@*=:=,, thick and ready to swallow you. the sun ,,=:=*@¶##
##@¶*=:=,, is nowhere to be seen, but nontheless ,,=:=*¶@##
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@¶¶@*=:=,, stairs, elevators, shortcuts, ,,=:=*@¶¶@
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@=:,,,,,,, proper houses with mortar to keep them ,,,,,,,:=@
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@=::,,,,,, the industrial buildings, the urban ,,,,,,::=@
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@*:,,,,,,, with great glassless window holes ,,,,,,,:*@
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@@@*:===,, pitch black inside. ,,===:*@@@
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