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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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@.@..@@.@@ 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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..@@..@.@@ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. @@...@....
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