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Taking a dead and deep breath, filling our lungs with rarest argon, we stop and then step through an arched door, and begin to fall, with no discernable momentum, into a clean, well lighted place, an unempty void, where an unmysterious sun hangs at a distance, and we are surrounded by our fellow planets. The future of Deseret, or where we will live afterward the end of the movie, at the beginning of Waxweb.