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Make that four. But only two really. The longest night. For one. Likely more for the other. We can dream. Though I'd best not. Not even a minotaur to keep me company. No. To think, what thoughts may there arise. Alone, with a single lamp. Wrapped in insulation. Only akin to warmth. Meaning to do well. To lay it all on the rock. Forgotten? Obsolete? Or sadly just right. Not knowing the contents but wanting see what could be built. Separate. And together solitary. Afraid to look again. Fighting to send. The one side faith, the other dust. Bet against. Opened. No echo nor approach. After hours, an answer. Let the best be served. Never so sad to be right. For now is only silence where once there was my friend.