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I looked around
In the dim distance
Rusting machinery
Dust
And broken glass
Into the cavern
Dark
Damp
Dripping water
Dangerous
Tread carefully
Such holographic visions
Sinking in
Into a patchwork of internalised
I was not trained to synthesise
Such things as this
Instant learning
No questions asked
Adapt to the task
I was not trained to synthesise
Pitch black
No turning back
Echoing footsteps
Dripping water
I was not trained to synthesise such things as this
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