Except for the wind in the trees and a slow trickle of water, there is nothing to hear. After a hundred and fifty years the antelope were back. It was like a parallel dimension of good food. The facsimile temple or tomb was only a few meters thick, little more than an archway; a path lined with worn nonskid led up through the half-darkness to light beyond.
“I am not even an I, as such. It glistened and farted as the slug-boys murmured soothing words to it and rubbed its flesh, thirty of forty of them swarming like flies over the corpulent flesh of the slug. “Let’s go. Events that happen in one order there don’t necessarily correspond to the same order here.
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