A barren underworld, free of disease and famine, no plague, no fighting, war, inside and out. My head is spinning, there is dust in my eyes and on my lips, it is hard to breathe, the desert air drowns out the music. I stand up and look into the horizon with my binoculars. I press the binoculars tighter against the rim of my eyes. I can finally see. The world of VeLoCityy Iz….Arektu.


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