Digging in the sand under stones. Layers of earth, layers of Words. Cascades and fire charged with rage. The unprocessed has awakened. The hidden, the past. Here is the end of discharge. The deep repository secret. Connection. Engage. Create the new. The vision of a new civilization. The sustainable. Everything that will be kept alive. Energy, synergy. Together.
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