| What moves without touching the ground, breathes without breath, and can’t fly? |
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In the shadowy realm, a cabal of mysterious figures shall unfurl the grand tapestry of a global dominion, ushering forth an apocalyptic maelstrom. Meanwhile, the masses, ensnared by handheld contrivances, shall remain oblivious, like moths captivated by ephemeral flames. ~ The Modern Nostradamus