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Here the three worlds press against each other without resolving. A cliff face is granite on the left side, chitinous shell on the right, and floating stone at the crown — not blending, not fighting, simply coexisting in the way that things coexist when none of them has enough remaining integrity to push the others out.

The air tastes like three different things simultaneously. Some people cannot stay long. Others find that after a few days the multiple sensations sort themselves into a kind of background texture, like learning to not-hear traffic.

In the stable patches — and there are stable patches — something new is beginning. Not Earth, not Spinolandet, not Vattenpandalandet. Something that will not have a name for a long time, if ever, because the naming requires a tradition and there is no tradition here yet. Only the beginning of one.

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