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the pink smile from the winter queen was drawn in the enchanted opalescent papyrus.  the brio of it all was so hard to take in while standing.  I broke down and cried at the ontology of it all, wondering whether these words from Lustridel were another hallucination from the Chorizo mushrooms.  She convinced me once that she was real; over in Simmergy we have Turing Meditations to decipher the phantasms.  And usually I can keep my two feet on ground.  But in this case, I tore apart my merchant's vest, laid down my Sun Arrows, and stepped into the stream.  What was I looking for?