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Motivated by a weightless sound, you walk towards a column resembling someone covered in habitats; it is recognized as a reflection of before. Upon approach, landmarks spring from trapdoors to live as clouds in your memory: alcoves where you may have sat in chewed rushes staining your ankles, chewing the ankles of another; many dangerous bushes. Thrashed, they reveal the ceaseless singing that imitates the process of putrefaction, luxury of bears (their embraces); here, near portals hung with intestines, conversations, every shape of yours vibrating.