#0164. The Earth is full of ancient things that predate your ancestors. Under the rock and into the layers of steam and magma, the ancient things are rebuilding what we took from them. To our eyes, they are grotesque and hard to fathom. We are equally frustrating to them. Why do I feel so foreign on my own world? I have their eyes bolted into my sockets. In every mirror I see my reflection as a virus and a weed.
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