And all of the kingdom right over there
Like dive on in
Like everything in sight is bitter
Like English gardens and French gardens and whatever kinds of gardens we have round these parts
Like a pile of rocks, like silt, like what you're expecting
Like all this red clay everywhere
Evening is coming
I mean evening is here
There is this game called limbo you play, where'd it get its name?
Who dropped this and who dropped that
The way we tell stories will change, too
We see more frames per second
We feel acceleration
We see time
Plastic wrap is a thing and so on
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