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An expanding zero within a cone fabric made of cave wall approaches us. The landscape twirls within the cone, until it opens up like the travel panorama at the dead travel agency. Then this engulfing piece of void-cloth tilts and reveals fast moving imprints traveling across its surface. The empty stacked walls slide to Jacob across the people mover, ever forwards (backwards |
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