Each universe is a go board, the sun and the moon place their pieces, their army of collectibles, according to the rules and configurations, they measure your answer sheet, the depth of the questions on the quiz, will you be an echo or a dream come true, Uranus or Neptune, a player before the board, a general or a sword, an NPC or a main character, as a story, the river flows into the ocean, into the next game board, free parking, go to the start, and collect two hundred dollars, scattered seeds, the truth, shadows and reflections, the echo of so many chemical reactions, knowledge and the depth of your evil, bump fists and test your spirit, the soldier ants gather, will you be eliminated, before the pieces complete a cycle, or strong enough to withstand a rain of arrows, cups and their sturdiness, the spirit ever-flowing, the beginning or the end, both echo, win or lose, you’ll live on forever, throughout it all, the branch extends, and it bears a fruit, you’re immortal, you against the world and the heavens, within this layer of space, Earth 838, don’t hesitate, and consume…

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