March 20, 2002
It’s ten past 6 and you’re late. The two full moons are already peeking above the horizon, drenching the marbled purple landscape in an amber twilight.
The Crystal Pyramid Theater, that you architected and built last week, is just in sight now as you glide over lollipop trees. Above a field of giant cotton balls you glance up at your holographic watch.
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