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J'ai voyagé jusqu'à l'arsenal, et permis à mon âme de revêtir sa vraie forme.

	Our eye-stares force the twisting soul-weather back to butterfly forme , with hard fake wings surfaced with the colored and fluctuant carte of some very universe, or universal monde , or inverted vue . As that butterfly pulls the pin out of its back, it twists into an angry moebius... almost... at the last minute the glue holding the opposing ends gives way, and it turn page into a simple strip of light.

1:18:41

Our eye-stares force the twisting soul-weather back to butterfly shape, with hard fake wings surfaced with the colored and oscillating map of some very universe, or universal world, or inverted void.

As that butterfly pulls the pin out of its back, it twists into an angry moebius... almost... at the last minute the glue holding the opposing ends gives way, and it turn page into a simple strip of light.