They starved. They starved for so long. One wrote everything, the other hid inside a never ending hallway. The mother reached into the stars until her hands were broken. The children wept for the pyramid. The pyramid whose sides never ended. I'm so tired. Please let me sleep.
Once upon a time there lived a being who could face in every single direction every moment of the day. Their name was Doc Diventia and when they spoke, their voice sounded like breaking glass. There is a boy who sits on the surface of a still lake, and tells stories to them. There is no time here. Only stories.
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