Thus, here I go now, through the desert, running on the top of some kind of dunes, and, as I advance, trudging over these heaps of sand, at some point, I’m actually having this impression that the sky is apparently coming down, I mean, descending, falling over my head, your conscience, our everything... even so, embraced by the whirls of sand, I just continue, treading along, until that, eventually, some sort of towers are already appearing-disappearing on the horizon, and, well, as I stare at it, in the meanwhile, I'm actually feeling a great attraction, a strong desire of getting even closer to it, say, it doesn’t matter if it’s just an illusion made of sand or smoke, I really wanna get there, thus, there I go, on the prowl of it, continuing, and, accordingly, as I’m outwardly getting there, I may say that, these things, I mean, these sort of towers, it looks that they are continually changing their places, say, as they come there they go, and… then, all in a sudden, I’m already being engulfed by some kind of sandstorm, this is, while actually turning in the sand, it happens that, various shadow beings are somehow coming closer and closer, twirling, dancing around me myself and… I mean, ghosts, sprites, djinns, whatsoever… mumbling, hollering, yelling, freeing quaint laughs, squeals, while turning and swinging… and then, at some point, I don’t know how, some of these shadows are already coming inside my body, tickling my bowels, chasing my spirit, and so, in the meantime, as a matter of fact, I come to have a mishmash of voices babbling things inside my head and conscience, I mean, between all this/that ridiculous abstractness, I can eventually discern a couple of sentences, say, 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 other dunes, still trying to approach this or that tower, now looking bigger and bigger, but in a while, they are gone again, this is, they actually disappear from here/there and reappear in another place more in the back, and so, to keep on the prowl of it, I also have to change my directions, therefore, down another dune I go now, and, well, while actually descending this mounds, I'm again looking up, this is, at this point, in between the dark clouds, I can eventually see some sort of numbers blinking and letters becoming blurred faces with pointy teeth, and then, say, these numbers and letters are also running, somehow toppling over, changing its form, and, as this happens, these voices I was actually hearing inside my head, now, are (apparently) incorporating these blinking faces presently coming down, and… as they come, I'm already being sucked by this sort of magnetic sky, say, at this point my body and existence is already being choked by the jobbery and agitate of numbers, asterisks and their nonsense… thus, in the meanwhile, I’m actually having 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 actually being engulfed by this sort of meta-mathematical sky, I’m having emotions like misery, hope and contentment fighting inside myself… anyway, then, as I keep advancing, I may say that I feel like fighting against the wind and making love with the sand at the same time... and, as this actually occurs, I’m already going through some tunnels, this is, tunnels with halls covered with some kind of analogue microchips and optical fiber intersections, but further, I’m then going through some sort of hall with big cogwheels displaying hammers and spades, this is, after I have passed all that shit, finally, I’m actually falling through an open sky, this is, right now, as I fall, down there I can already see some sort of humps and bumps, say, some craters on the approaching ground, I mean, from here I can somehow envisage a lot of toppled constructions all around, plus, some sort of strange artifacts scattered in between all these toppled buildings, and also, here and there, some curtains of dark-gray smokes hovering around, but, actually, in the middle of all this/that sort of havoc, I can’t see no real movimentations, I mean, there is no people/mankind to be seen anywhere, only wreckage and smoke.
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