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12. wander through the city to find that the ground has nothing to offer. it tells only of immobility. detritus accumulates as the world remains sealed. we've paralyzed it - dig into our own bodies only to find that they won't give. doors of perception jammed; the gems of our minds' eyes are now nothing but shadows. brittle auras won't cooperate with the revival efforts of visionaries.

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