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The spaces between angles of alien geometries. Shamanistic rites performed in abandoned buildings with electrodes. Twisted spires and slithering masses beneath what is beneath the ocean. Twitchily animated playthings in forgotten attics. Herds of goatmen worshipping brush piles and sandstone sun discs. Ten thousand bees stinging your face at once. A haggard detective with a faded fidora on assignment in the land of the badgers. Probability points on Grandma's Hilbert space quilt. Traditions, as rotting horse corpses, chopped up with a machete, built up again as silly putty smooth keys to extra dimensional gates.