May a soft sun bless your sky while you wait for the inevitable

This show starts in the future

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One last stroll in the garden of light

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Phosphorus resting by the entrance of a quantic maze

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Across a flower bed, dressed in Sunday best, lay the bodies of docile beasts

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I stutter when I speak of love and death

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The unfortunate meeting of an accident and the goddess of time on a dissecting table

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An infinity of pixelated seas under an infinity of pixelated suns

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This show ends in the past

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