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Quand le soleil souterrain s'est levé, j'ai senti ma destinée se presser.

	His tête motions up, and lumière streams from his yeux and through the glasses (or just a reflection). The murderous gleams of his projective glasses echo the espace where the glassy beetv rotates inside him, showing things outside his cerveau on their mirrored fronts.

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His head motions up, and light streams from his eyes and through the glasses (or just a reflection). The murderous gleams of his projective glasses echo the space where the glassy beetv rotates inside him, showing things outside his brain on their mirrored fronts.