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A narrative is confined to the etched boundaries of this stone, to the reductive duality of its form.

Gigantic, old stone was stacked, knapped, and carved in long arcs to the style of the day in the time of *Sultan5Name*. Since then, the project has accrued collaborators, and their signatures are writ everywhere: here, the lacuna of a vandal's edit; there, the soft strokes of time's brush.

Gigantic, old stone was stacked, knapped, and carved in long arcs to the style of the day in the time of *Sultan5Name*. Since then, the project has accrued collaborators, and their signatures are writ everywhere: here, the lacuna of a vandal's edit; there, the soft strokes of time's brush.

Gigantic, old stone was stacked, knapped, and carved in long arcs to the style of the day in the time of *Sultan1Name*. Since then, the project has accrued collaborators, and their signatures are writ everywhere: here, the lacuna of a vandal's edit; there, the soft strokes of time's brush.

Gigantic, old stone was stacked, knapped, and carved in long arcs to the style of the day in the time of *Sultan4Name*. Since then, the project has accrued collaborators, and their signatures are writ everywhere: here, the lacuna of a vandal's edit; there, the soft strokes of time's brush.

Gigantic, old stone was stacked, knapped, and carved in long arcs to the style of the day in the time of *Sultan2Name*. Since then, the project has accrued collaborators, and their signatures are writ everywhere: here, the lacuna of a vandal's edit; there, the soft strokes of time's brush.

Gigantic, old stone was stacked, knapped, and carved in long arcs to the style of the day in the time of *Sultan3Name*. Since then, the project has accrued collaborators, and their signatures are writ everywhere: here, the lacuna of a vandal's edit; there, the soft strokes of time's brush.

Gigantic, old stone was stacked, knapped, and carved in long arcs to the style of the day in the time of Resheph. Since then, the project has accrued collaborators, and their signatures are writ everywhere: here, the lacuna of a vandal's edit; there, the soft strokes of time's brush.

The cat herder slouches in the heat. A beaten, leather hat is pulled low over =pronouns.possessive= eyes and sweat glistens on the scruffs of hair on =pronouns.possessive= cheeks. =pronouns.Possessive= hands are caked in mud, salt, and glittering optic-fiber dust.

=pronouns.Subjective= =verb:are:afterpronoun= Spindle-limbed and skittish. Bits of =pronouns.possessive= silk home are stuck to =pronouns.possessive= underhairs.

The bellies of vessels are sacred, for they both carry the waters of life and project the fluid past onto the convex present.

Three steel barrels fit together into an arc-edged triangle of luminous ritualism. They sit on a servo-articulated base mount.

A weapon mounted on an automated tripod.

A chaingun mounted on a tripod.

=pronouns.Possessive= cylindric head is embellished with a frilly crest whose symbolism is unknown. =pronouns.Subjective= dutifully =verb:march:afterpronoun= on a pair of chrome pistons toward =pronouns.possessive= final purpose.

Planks of wood are nailed together at right angles in the style of the marsh dwellers.

Sheared slate stone is powdered with the cloudy remnants of externalized thought and held aloft by the monster.

Tree bark was burnt black by skyfire assault and now gleams in the after light.

Pastes and jams of various colors smear =pronouns.possessive= apron like a painter's palette. Flour dusts =pronouns.possessive= broad, dough-kneading knuckles.

Its corners were waxed off by static and its crystal corms burn with tranduced moonlight. It chimes in near and far keys.

Hex plates of firm and mingled fungusfill raise the plane of fur across the cat's back like meadowed mesas. Their rubbing against each other sounds like blades of grass.

The delphic countenace of the Tungsten King is frozen in chrome, cast to perfect specification.

Hard chrome was cast in the mold of soft cheeks and rounded brow; the patron king of scholarship is canonized.

The shining surface of quickchrome swims in shifting refraction patterns. As its light is focused, glyphs begin to appear.

It reads, 'CHAMBER UNOCCUPIED: AWAITING SPECIMEN'.

A black and grated metal platform is meadowed with the dust of time. It's crisscrossed with the tracks of tiny lifethings.

Space and time rattle off their hinges and tear your perception apart. Through the new crosshatch of consciousness, sound only comes through in waves, the sheen of chrome explodes in supernova, and you slowly become aware of the furrowed volume of air around the shape of a monstrous pyramid.

From the hands of a metalworker rods and strips erupted and cooled into shape.

Sine waves breaking on the glass lune encode the behavioral primitives of the enclave's mechanical children. The electron field sucks them through the antenna and into the aether.

Ageless little eyes on stalks stick out of an elfin shell whose geometry conforms curiously to the shape of chutes and vents, Eater-wrought and after.

=pronouns.Possessive= leafy lobes flush and dampen with liquid.

Warmth radiates from the crackling fire of the thick clay oven, and with it comes the smell of scrumptious food.

Shining black elytra flitter on the back of a goat-sized bug. There is sharp, persistent ticking emanating outward.

Saad Amus, called the Sky-Bear, whose princely bearing, fibrous physique, and pale complexion grant the impression that =pronouns.subjective= =verb:were:afterpronoun= chiseled from some celestial stone of alabaster, =verb:cast= =pronouns.possessive= furious gaze on the world.

A brushed metal pyramid floats in place and shoulders an array of stemmed articulators, some holding scalpels, some suturers, and all dripping with the amniotic draught of life.

Reverence was paid to the orb, smoothed toward ideality and hoisted on brass legs.

A weapon mounted on an automated tripod.

Metal slats diffuse the volume of a two-way speaker. A small button pops from the bottom corner.

Bone-shapes of the human form are disarranged to tessellate properly. Round skulls require ulna knots to fill the gaps in their sequences. The boundaries of this world are rice-white and filled with presence.

A weapon mounted on an automated tripod.

Smooth grey stone hides its bonded pebbly innards and cement blood-paste. It's streaked with dirt.

Mirrored chrome spangles gather in waves and break on the seams of the dead-sitter colossus's electroplated chassis. Loose sequins, like free radicals, are sent tumbling by time and earth-pull.

Buttons are set in a vertical pair across a rectangle of scrawled-on metal.

Buttons are set in a vertical pair across a rectangle of scrawled-on metal.

A solitary button is center-set in a rectangle of scrawled-on metal.

Putrid dross sticks to the grooves of flat black di-rubber.