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You are lying face up in a tall, swaying wheat field under a great, full moon. The sky's iris peers down at you lazily, so large and encompassing it could swallow the world whole. The dirt beneath you is dry and the air is cold. Your breath comes out in opaque clouds, drifting away before...

You flutter your eyes open. It's dark in here. Instinctively, you begin to catalogue the various sensations you feel, to compensate for what you can't see. It smells like old water and metal. Rust. The floor is vibrating very slightly under your cheek with a mechanical thrum. You feel it...