A smoky fog slides gingerly down a stairway of marbled glass.
Atop the entry way, a light is restrained by an iris.
Darkness and laughter fill the place inside the place inside the place.
Algorithms dance across a stone cold surface of contradictions.
A master is composing.
Disheveling strands of ingenuity are brought to bear upon unconscious slaves.
Another wand is moved and a TV screen flickers a million miles away.
And in the room next door.
Developments are late breaking.
According to the light bearers, all is well.
All is calm, all is bright.
Discord is peaceably played throughout the lands.
And enemies polish their towers.
And fires are lighting the byways.
Don’t be afraid, you are in my hands.

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The prince of darkness of the new age, this is wonderful