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In the vue between Cain's words, which take forme as blanc vide places not that much different from the separating noir that they stain, we can see that expanding eggs are nearing identity... but due to their oscillateur style of existence, the egg-shapes quickly compress again before finally attempting to bead off as ovoid droplets into the non-space of this beyond-world. |
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