At the upside-down flying mountain,
conjuring invisible winged things, filtering into a small closet-like
chamber off a central plaza of the ancient castle...
...the mighty waters of the sea,
enclosed in chambers of unfathomable depth, look like the black face
of a woman which approaches cautiously the gates, holding up the
candle to peer at his wrists and ankles...
...they produce a never-ending stream
of shells and bullets which is nothing more than a speeding dot of
light, but without it, shell protections would be useless, as they
only house prison cells, torture chambers, research laboratories.
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