The two of you addorned in lab coats as soft ephemeral moonlight enchants the garden; filled Lunar-Butterflues flutting about gracefully. Despite the current circumstances. The two of us stand in a garden outside the private reseach center, that you are both members of. The fate of the world could be at stake, as you try and discern the solution from the all the information on the Internet and within the collective unconscious; too a problem that was forced upon you from the far beyond.
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