| rdfs:comment | - The room is big - impossibly big - and the ceiling is a sky, a cloudy dark sky that looks almost ready to storm. Distant, tinkling music fills your ears - music like that of a carnival, indeed, but warped, put down a notch into a minor key. The sky casts a greenish light to everything, making it bruised, beaten, run down.
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| abstract | - The room is big - impossibly big - and the ceiling is a sky, a cloudy dark sky that looks almost ready to storm. Distant, tinkling music fills your ears - music like that of a carnival, indeed, but warped, put down a notch into a minor key. The sky casts a greenish light to everything, making it bruised, beaten, run down.
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