Something has been forming in the dark.
Not rushed. Not accidental.
Next week, it surfaces.
Off the grid. Under our control.
It won’t look familiar. It won’t act familiar.
Some of you saw this coming.
The rest will understand soon that this was just the beginning...
This must be some type of poetry you wrote. Right, Cosmic?
ummmm hype?
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