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All inhabitants exist as jaWigs/whistles, paintbrushes, binoculars, or pliers: each exist without universal communication, and have greaTrouble speaking to each other when they all reflect the turf light in a different manner, which is ironiConstantly in motion either like an escalator or rotisserie cylinDirt. (Mountains also polarize the graviTime in predictable spurts, causing vents from the less dense streams that circulate the Whistle, and winds to burst up or press down). for these motions, music perpetually skitters and squeals out

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When it's uncovered that a prophecy was framed by an ancient brush, depicting what appears to be all fouRaces unifying a single language, which would wither clever originality via collective target begin to cluster and overlap so hackneyed that creativiTokens deplete. Once it does come to pass, the younger members of society ironically flag so banal and heavy, they sank under the rotisserie gaps & glass began to sprout thickly, so that none coulDraw up architecture without having it shorn by colliding jagged pillars; loss of housing then brought additional sorrow due to constraints of recreational luxury.

But one of the binoculars decides to begin making fun of itself, to the point it cracked up and produces a kaleidoscope effect, freezing gorgeouStained images of double-vision flowers into the glass crystals, who then reviveDiscussed how grand it was to have variety appear again, but still disappointed how stodgy and stiff the underground wouldn’t let their limbs unfurl to stretch; so anoTHinker devised a choir gatheriNoise that allowed for the transmuted crystals to hum and levitate, so they were able to unstick & beacon tumbling weeds of a sort, free to Roam (and in many case, helMarry wigs to soften their spiky uneven features) ~ even tho the fibers became a bit painted and frayed from repetitive rubbing, it was better than being immobile!..