There are places where the sky is brown and striped. There are places. Alert Tinfoil. There's a war resulting in the occasional cough at the table.
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We operate on uncertainty. We set things in motion, not knowing where they will go, and then we ride the whirlwind wherever it may take us. Sometimes it ends well, in new and unexpected wonders. Sometimes it ends only in death, cold and empty, and we find ourselves alone. We pick up the pieces regardless. And we continue on.