maybe it seemed?
Things are like this.
What should we do here without the sky?
But that is, it is there,
But this is only an appearance.
Come on, I know the way across the bridge.
No, there is no bridge, but it actually exists.
And the sky is there, but it is not there.
And if there is no sky, why do you need anything else?
I needed the second border urgently,
Because she was there, but suddenly disappeared.
And her existence became noticeable immediately when she disappeared.
This border was simply the firmament.
And yes, "Gabriel, it seems,
No one has your back anymore.”
It's okay, we'll just have to make a new sky for ourselves.
We already stole copper hemispheres
The ancient demons from the blue book.
Yes, they know how to hide, and we know how to find.
And we will have to create our own sky.
I really don’t know how, and I don’t even know where to start.
You'll have to use an old magic trick
Druids, of course -
“a biting dog running after you” it’s called.
Yes, with the help of this magic you can jump over any fence.
And maybe it will even be possible to create a new firmament.
And we must leave because where there is no sky
There is absolutely nothing for anyone to do.
Maybe it seemed like I was just drunk?
And everything is the same as it has always been?
But no, the sky has disappeared
and it didn’t start now.
It thinned out gradually.
Deception is difficult to pass off as hope.
I'm never wrong.
Let's get out of here, I know the way.
Did they forget anything else here?
No, it seems like I have everything with me.
Let go of your hands.
There's nothing to hold on to anyway.
And this has already happened, hasn’t it?
Well, I've heard this phrase for a long time.
In the absence of sky, any d;j;vu turns immediately into jamavu.
Just don't look back.
Well, yes, it’s already been on the road for a long time.
Actually, we only wanted to look here, but we stayed to live.
But the sky just disappeared.
We are unlikely to be able to fix this.
We need something new, but we don’t have any material for it.
No, plywood will not work.
(and of course, I am copying from literature, and not only,
because I am a compiler, a plagiarist, a prestidigitator and a builder of firmaments.
Where it comes from - it’s all classics, and of course everyone knows by heart.)
and the sky really disappeared,
This is publicism, not literature.
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