We are refugees, en route to less troubled terrains with only a thin film protecting our caravel from the fallout. Thinking this ancient swimming pool a safe harbor, we berthed our diaphanous spaceships within its partitioned terminal.
Our stay will be brief, but the vaseline landscape might just convince us to strike our Utopia here.
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