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Back in the giant cave space, Jacob is looking up at nothing, and nothing looking up and back at him. Don't expect clarity when darkness is involved. Anyway, it is night, Jacob is underground, and the sun is out so the mushrooms can grow, while the butterfly bees fly from shot to shot, gathering sap for glue (to attach wax to blankness, lots of glue is needed, otherwise the cave-hive will fall forever, rather than float and circle like a good kingdom must). |
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