I couldn’t help but wonder what must be going through their mind as they sat there alone and in silence, eyes skyward. Mind adrift in an inky sea, studded with glittering stars.

I couldn’t help but wonder what must be going through their mind as they sat there alone and in silence, eyes skyward. Mind adrift in an inky sea, studded with glittering stars.











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Defying explanation, cascading discharges from unassigned sectors of random access memory would result in false images of titans towering over the landscape. A vision of the past or future…?
