And so, here I go now, through the desert, rolling on the sandbanks, falling on the fold, and then, as I look up, I can actually see that the sky is aparently descending, approaching, I mean, it looks like sooner or later it will fall over our heads, over ours consciences, over our everything... anyway, as it comes, I just keep advancing, with my eyes turned upwards, dragging myself on the crest of some dunes, and as it goes, at some point, I’m even vizualizing some sort of towers appearing and disappearing on the horizon, and, as I stare at it, I may say that, I'm feeling a great atraction, I mean, a strong desire of getting even closer, even if it may be just an illusion made of sand and smoke, it doesn't matter, I really wanna get there, and so, there I go, here I go again, changing directions, on the prowl of it, and then, as I’m apparently getting there, I may say that, well, these things, these towers, as they appear they also disappear, I mean, it looks like they keep changing their places, and then, in the meanwhile, or, all in a sudden, as the devil rubs their eye, I’m already being engulfed by some kind of sandstorm, and, yeah, while actually turning in the sand, it happens that, I come to see various shadow beings coming closer and closer, this is, twirling, dancing around me myself and you… I mean, goshes, sprits, jinnees, whatsoever… mumbling, hollering, yelling, freedding quaint laughs while turning… and then, I don’t know how, I mean, at this exact point, some of these shadows are already coming here, inside my body, tickling my bowels and spirit, and, well, as it goes, in while, I have a palette of voices babling things inside my head, my conscience, I mean, things 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 dunes, still trying to approach this or that tower, now looking bigger and bigger, and then, they are gone again, this is, they desapear from here and reappear in another place more in the back, and so, to keep on the prowl of it, I have to change my directions too, thus, in a while, down another dune I go, and well, while descending, I'm actually looking up again, and, as I look, I can actually see in between the dark clouds, some sort of blinking numbers and letters becoming blurred faces with pointy teeth, and then, these numbers and letters are also running and toppling over, changing its form, and, as it goes, somehow, these voices I was hearing inside my head before, 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, I mean, my body and existence is now being choked by the jobbery and agiotge of numbers, asterisks and their nonsense… and, as it 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 meta-mathematical sky, I’m 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 happens, I’m already going through some tunnels, this is, tunels with halls covered with some kind of analogue microchips and optical fiber intersections, and, I mean, 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, this is, now, down there, I can actually see some sort of humps and bumps, some craters, I mean, there are a lot of toppled constructions everywhere, strange artfacts scatered around, dark-grey smokes hovering here and there, but, actually, in the middle of all that havoc, there are no real movimentations, I mean, no life, no people anywhere to be seen.
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