Dear Strumpet,
The internet dreamt you last night, dreamt that you were slowly limning its texts in golds and blues and tagging its imaginary pictures. Was that you?
And then in the morning these Cloud-Bird glyphs, these fused Snake-Jaguars, these crumbling incisions in vellum and stone.
Can you survive in this place? I still don't know.
Signed,
The Dwarf
The internet dreamt you last night, dreamt that you were slowly limning its texts in golds and blues and tagging its imaginary pictures. Was that you?
And then in the morning these Cloud-Bird glyphs, these fused Snake-Jaguars, these crumbling incisions in vellum and stone.
Can you survive in this place? I still don't know.
Signed,
The Dwarf
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