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A city set among frozen brown fields. Golden spires. Bright red banners streaming down from minarets, spheres, butresses, domes, etc. Smoke rises from somewhere within. Zeppelins flee the destruction. One lists sickly to starboard as it drifts downard towrds the viewer. It groans deeply and slowly noses into the ground, furrowing the earth like a plow.
I exist, therefore I think.
