Time has come to this place you've made your home. These flatlands you call yours, shadowless, lightless, no valleys or mountains - you need to see everything here and so you do. You've anticipated, strategized, planned, maneuvered.
Time's up though.
Swerve if you think you need to, detour if you believe it will help. You don't and it won't.
The time will come and time will come and show you what you haven't seen.
It will be a knock at door, like any other.
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