The Future
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Another World
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In another world, across a bridge of seven dreams, we are numbered beyond counting and the dust raised by our hooves can cloak the sun and choke the moon. The colors of our coats are the colors of the earth. The thunder of our passing shakes the land and brings an early autumn. |
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Here, mankind is a rumor, and the birth of a white man would be a miracle.
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