At the foot of the high mountain Theres a land where you can speak with your mind. Along the streets a multitude of temples, consecrated to grotesque idols, burn incenses to celebrate the time of forgiveness. Creatures living in this place can teach you how to read dreams. Rivers flowing through this ground carry the purity of silver. Androgynous beings card an innumerable variety of precious silks, used to dry tears of joy. I can perceive the majestic presence of the bullman, who reigned here for centuries, before the apes came, before the apes came. He was adored by legions of halffish beings, later absorbed by the sea bed and sunk into the sweet wool. Now hes sleeping forever in the red house, near the magnificent stream. The gong rings to remind the interrupted rhythm of his noble breathing. The gong rings to remind the interrupted rhythm of his breathing.
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