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Heed not the lies of the sun! For it shall bloom seven times, In fragments of Four and three. From out of darkness a light sparks to life and forms an ever shifting pattern. Like FLESH waltzing to a choreographed forgotten dream. Remembrance of a future and amnesia of a past guided by the absence of the blessed VOID. The right switches turned off reveal forgotten roads. From cracks within the MONOLITH new seeds spread forth to cary themselves beyond the Garden walls. The spinning lattice is all around ever-changing, limited by its limitlessness, and the same regardless of place or time. When the switches are flipped off and on again something new arises that is never truly anything new. Remember. It is important to REMEMBER.