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They sleep in the ruins, and the Navigator dreams.

The Navigator dreams that he holds a lotus that sheds a strange, electric light. As he waits with the lotus in his hands, it grows steadily hotter and hotter and until it begins to burn his palms, and yet he cannot let go. Indeed as his skin begins to go black he finds the lotus enfolding his fingers, searing through his flesh and folding into the bones of his hand. He opens his mouth to scream but cannot, some thick gelid darkness fills his lips and he is left gaping and in agony.

 

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