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you are now entering the citadel of trash. you are leaving the protectorate. welcome to the charonic maelstrom of noise. by the way side but in your head. yours truly, guide person number 16
out of the protectorate.
still.
running on high noise.
yours truly,
guide person number 16
a plague.
rest and remember.
tough roads make for strong feet.
a return.
the vocoder has changed. the voice has been reclaimed. lights and sounds.
hallowed sounds for the hallowed morn.
the machines are working, pistons pumping + the factory is causing pandemonium.
the lines have switched.
the guide did not see.
we recovered, and meandered.
the citadel is alive.
the vendors walk the streets.
do not take their gifts.
it's all trash.
the slates of the offices have been cleaned.
visit the gardens of the community and try the fruits.
continue your wander.
every thing begins and ends at exactly the right time and place.
the bricks in the road are smoothing over.
the guide has indeed returned from the journeys to the other districts.
trash eternal.
all through the citadel, never too clean.
the character to the roads remains.
a little delayed.
gratification for the cleaning of the citadel has to be shown.
no matter though, the trash will remain.
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