The place where the world comes together in honesty and mirth. Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
There's nothing in the universe that isn't moving -- even us.
Trace tries to slow things down long enough to calculate just how fast
we little humans, even when seated, are flying through space.
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