dripping in syrup
the golden slime eeks across the sky
like a snail, trudging along,
smiling like a sloth
at all that's below.
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- Scene 365: UnFinale
- Scene 364: Anticipation
- Scene 363: Whispers
- Scene 362: Timed
- Scene 360: Our Union
- Scene 359: Indigo
- Scene 358: Yellow
- Scene 357: Violet
- Scene 356: Green
- Scene 355: Red
- Scene 354: Orange
- Scene 353: Blue
- Scene 352: Tips of Tomorrow
- Scene 351: Lament
- Scene 350: In the Rain
- Scene 349: On the Nature of Dawn
- Scene 348: We Lived
- Scene 347: Choice
- Scene 346: In the Furnace
- Scene 345: Sight
- Scene 344: Untold
- Scene 343: Fall
- Scene 342: Ten Triangles
- Scene 342: Double Dipping
- Scene 341: Restless
- Scene 340: The Net
- Scene 339: Fallout
- Scene 338: Time Wasted
- Scene 337: Sacrifice
- Scene 336: The Gardener and the Virus
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