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    a painting that captures the essence of a poem: (Fields where machine souls rust under the light of a dying star, Veni, vidi, vici; When heaviest is the crown of the ghost of a god, none dare come out to play; Use caution when dealing with the fallible tenets of the aegis rimwalkers; Cyborg religious sects turned loose with the coming of the new dawn; I offer this advice in earnest, for soon we shall see many a truth uncovered; Do not despair my voidwalker, for what happens in the dark is destined to come to light, now and forever more. ), Andrei Tarkovsky Style page, detailxl, in the style of simon- stalenhag

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