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The horizon is vertical, left ear filled with dirt, ants coming out the hearth I call, muffled incoherent hurt, fists full of grass, elbows filled with glass, peering up at the figure, getting bigger. Quaking like the ground, heavy footsteps sound, silhouette blocks the clouds. Limbs flail, "are you insane? " as they fall and crush membrane.