Thus, here I go now, through the desert, this is, running on the top of some kind of dunes, and, well, as I advance, with my eyes turned upwards, I'm having this impression that the sky is actually coming down, I mean, descending, apparently falling over my head, ours consciences... even so, with my eyes turned upwards, I continue, embraced by the whirls of sand, and then, at some point, some sort of towers are actually appearing-disappearing on the horizon, and, well, as I stare at it, I'm actually feeling a great attraction, I mean, a strong desire of getting even closer, I mean, it doesn’t matter if is just illusion made of sand and smoke, I really wanna get there, and so, there I go, on the prowl of it, and then, as I’m apparently getting there, I may say that, well, these things, I mean, these towers, it looks they are continually changing their places, and, in the meanwhile, or, all in a sudden, I’m already being engulfed by some kind of sandstorm, and yeah, while actually turning in the sand, it happens that, various shadow beings are apparently coming closer and closer, this is, twirling, dancing around me myself and I... and you, maybe… I mean, ghosts, sprites, djinns, whatsoever… mumbling, hollering, yelling, freeing quaint laughs, squeals, while turning… and then, I don’t know how, some of these shadows are already coming here, inside my body, I mean, tickling my bowels and spirit, and well, as it goes, in a while, I come to have a mishmash of voices babbling things inside my head, my conscience, I mean, between all that ridiculous abstractness, I can actually discern a couple of sentences like, “I’m the true-truwe, and I will guide you through the stars…”; or, “I’m the real-reel, and I will carry you to the matter…”; or, “I’m the free-freeda, and I will take you wherever you wanna go…” and, well, as I hear this things, there I go, again, running on the crest of some other dunes, I mean, still trying to approach this or that tower, now looking bigger and bigger, and then, they are gone again, this is, they disappear from here/there and reappear in another place more in the back, and, thus, to keep on the prowl of it, I have to change my directions too, so, down another dune I go, and well, while descending, I'm actually looking up again, and, as I look, now, in between the dark clouds, I can actually see some sort of blinking numbers and letters becoming blurred faces with pointy teeth, and then, these numbers and letters are also running, toppling over, changing its form, and, as it goes, somehow, these voices I was hearing inside my head, now, are actually incorporating these blinking faces coming down, and... as they come, at this point, I'm already being sucked by this sort of magnetic sky, this is, my body and existence now being choked by the jobbery / agitate of numbers, asterisks and their nonsense… and, as this happens, in a while, I have flashing electricity running through my veins, meat and bones… although, in my mind, or, in my conscience, I mean, while rolling through these tunnels at the speed of the light, I still know who I am, or at least, I pretend that I know, and then, as I’m being engulfed by this sort of meta-mathematical sky, I’m actually having emotions like misery, hope and contentment fighting inside myself, and then, as I keep going through, I feel like fighting against the wind and making love with the sand at the same time... and, as this occurs, I’m already going through some tunnels, this is, tuners with halls covered with some kind of analogue microchips and optical fiber intersections, and, in a while, I'm already going through big cogwheel rooms with hammers and spades, this is, I pass all that shit, and then, finally, I’m actually falling through an open sky, and so, now, down there, I can actually see some sort of humps and bumps, some craters, on the approaching ground, I mean, there are a lot of toppled constructions everywhere, strange artifacts scattered all around these toppled buildings, and also, some curtains of dark-gray smokes hovering here and there, but, actually, in the middle of all that havoc, I can see no real movimentations, I mean, there is no people anywhere to be seen, only wreckage and smoke.
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