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Here are several stripped trunks of sallow brinestalk bonded with mud.

Metal was braided into electromagnetic scaffolding, and through it the modulator molds the clay of the baseband and divulges the shape of the new signal.

Azure gills tense and release, tense and release, tense and release, as if drawing breath into the puffer's stem. With each exhalation it belches a cloud of indigo spores like motes of twilight. They flutter back to the cap and congeal into an azure plasma.

Auric gills tense and release, tense and release, tense and release, as if drawing breath into the puffer's stem. With each exhalation it belches a cloud of golden spores like motes of sunlight. They flutter back to the cap and congeal into a golden plasma.

Jade gills tense and release, tense and release, tense and release, as if drawing breath into the puffer's stem. With each exhalation it belches a cloud of emerald spores like motes of twilight. They flutter back to the cap and congeal into a jade plasma.

Rose gills tense and release, tense and release, tense and release, as if drawing breath into the puffer's stem. With each exhalation it belches a cloud of ruby spores like motes of twilight. They flutter back to the cap and congeal into a rose plasma.

A greasy sac of ooze gyres over the floor in spiral-step. Under =pronouns.possessive= membrane, a shoal of spitbright eels slither for freedom.

Cyan bursts through a glassy hull and looks as though the sky was crystallized into a thicket of hexagonal prisms. The Eaters dug it up from its magmatic birthsite and arranged it into mounds to enshrine the Spindle.

The box is wrought from chewed wire and dented iron.

A brightly burning campfire.

The ashen remnants of an old campfire.

Wax weeps from the stubborn candles, drips onto the sconces, forms a waxfall through the tiers of bronze.

Sunshame has left =pronouns.possessive= skin pulpy and spider-white, and =pronouns.possessive= capillaries are shot with blood two shades too dark.

The quickened flax of the earth was duck-weaved in a simple square pattern and hung up on pickets.

It's not so tall as a chrome pyramid, nor so wide, nor powerful, nor heavy, nor frightening, and no 'however' follows this clause. The semblance is there in outline, but it carries no weight, and all that's left is a pylon small and pointy.

Wearing unusual foreign clothing, the caravan guard presents an exotic form.

A weapon mounted on an automated tripod.

It's fitted with a crankshaft that turns a dimpled rubber sheet and kneads kinks out the hindparts of its sitter.

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.