Start the machine up.
We work for them.
We work for them.
into the picture comes a man with no name
and the concept of light means nothing to him
but he cries in the hope that someone will hear his visions, his nightmares.
and he sees in a way that only he can
the scars of the past will take him again
no perception or deletion
vanishing point
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