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With the return of all cartoon stars to the center of the frame, sucked into the tiny mouth of the sky, it is now time to return to the twin Babels, which have been ruined by anonymous actions. Perhaps by the collision of all those collapsing stars. In far space, beyond the light of our own sun, this sort of tragedy occurs at least twice a day, in different places. These particular twin towers shake a bit around the fixed and invisible center of their mirrored mourning, trying to get enough inertia up to jump out of some new gunsight they feel directed at their masses.