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Detritus and greys hang over my face

They move, I flinch

Recoil from the clanging static I hear, waiting for mine to wake

Sensors wake up as quickly as our wonderland has come and gone

We decide anyway to trust, it ambles along with us as we learn of Succipio

"Purgatory, damnation, curse, there's a lot of words being thrown around but here's the thing, it's none of those.

What's actually happening here is something on an absurdly metaphysical scale."