Hustling through corridors and late for class, what class? I should have known.
Struggling to organize, armed for different purpose. Confronted by minors like lethargic zombies, It seems so obvious.
Second farm, placid, perfect. Only a few, but the right few. Nothing to wonder, all is well here.
Ripping through bricked streets guided by the soft educator, his sedan with more miles than mine.
His trust is strong and I'm with them.
I'm now alone. The Carnival obstructs my passage. Undulating conveyors, drunken geriatrics and volatile plumes all obstruct me. I should have known.
Navigating the sooty citys underworld only to emerge in the lair of the dark socials, frequently trapped but always pressing.
How do I get back, how did I arrive? Subtle insight emerges, I'll awake to my destiny.
I should have known, it should have been obvious.
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