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Sometimes, the moon is simply not fit to purpose
And we must all be prepared to take to the sea
The wind
It comes
We must be gone when it arrives
The moment is come to leave all familiar things behind
The moment is come to strike out alone
But in ethereal alleyways,
There are cases which must be studied under fine lenses
The coming chaos will be as nothing compared to the demons in your pursuit
I call on the strength of 1,000 shadows and Jesus Christ
Begone
Let us become parrots, and flap about in jungles
Let us become house pets, and lounge about in the sun
Let us become mice, and dance beneath the moon
Let us dissolve into two dimensions
Change the cases and change the game
Change your eyes and you switch the shared context
Lost in Mist 