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Everywhere the fires are alight, chimneys smoke, snow is a-whirl, making a blanket of chilly diamond dust, the smell of bakes and roasts drift to every corner of the street as well as the sounds of laughter and good cheer. Continue reading
The city was absolutely bustling with activity, spinning ’round, the towers stands with pride and joy like the people, each one a ruler. Nobody noticed the scientist and his friend as they walked with something resembling the image of man. Continue reading
“By looking at the way you’re gazing inward, I knew she would eventually talk to Virgil and form a friendship with him. Virgil is back inside The Maro right now, doing some silent thought time.” Continue reading
“So, how does it feel for one such as yourself to have a name?” Virgil was presented through a holographic projector as a man with brown hair like the mane of a great beast with brown eyes and fair skin, wearing a white suit with a black tie. Continue reading
Hope is a waking dream.
He not busy being born is busy dying.
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity. Continue reading
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