Dear Wigleaf,

Circumvent the vinyl siding of «let there be light» & draw your own conclusions. To each animal its own horror story in this sky-scraping inn, abiding sentencing & excommunication. Once upon a time we left the meter running in the taxidermist & climbed a double-stranded beanstalk thru arcing rafters to a hatch in the diorama's ceiling. Beget to differ & extrapolate backwards—in the crow's nest you'll see the sun setting perpetually on the horizon. There will be no record of descent & aftermath is forever evening.

On the wing,

Ark Codex

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