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Intro. It comes not from darkness, but from silence. Space cracks like a mirror behind an unwary guest, but this is not the end, but the beginning. Harleking steps on the unborn earth, and the first laws of physics sprout under his foot. Instead of a face, there is a rotating mask, trying on the emotions of the world before the world has time to feel. weaving matter, time and future puppets into it. He does not say a word - the bells on his bright suit ring quieter than silence, but this ringing becomes the first sound of a new universe. Another moment and he retreats into the shadows, leaving the stage to live on its own. Harleking does not rule worlds. He plays them.
Harlequin!
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Harlequin!
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Intro. It comes not from darkness, but from silence. Space cracks like a mirror behind an unwary guest, but this is not the end, but the beginning. Harleking steps on the unborn earth, and the first laws of physics sprout under his foot. Instead of a face, there is a rotating mask, trying on the emotions of the world before the world has time to feel. weaving matter, time and future puppets into it. He does not say a word - the bells on his bright suit ring quieter than silence, but this ringing becomes the first sound of a new universe. Another moment and he retreats into the shadows, leaving the stage to live on its own. Harleking does not rule worlds. He plays them.
Harlequin!
@X
Harlequin!