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The gray-skinned skull pauses in its headlong flight, at relative peace, without tangible lateral motion (we may be moving at the same speed as it, haplessly tumbling with no knowledge of the fact, like a mirror image). The rotation spits out invisible sparks that communicate static-sounding innuendo to vengeance-tuned radios throughout the sector. |
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