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We exist in a land of wandering, and lost, we are its explorers. The beginning of this exploration is not of our choosing, the end is yet to come. What belong to us are the middle and the means. We build a fire, and the flames illuminate the chasm that separates us, casts our shadows in opposing directions. In time, it is certain we will part one another's company, and yet somehow it already seems that this new world is already a twilight civilization. Though scattered, we follow one path. Tonight, we will light torches in this shared pit, and find out by trying.

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