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Underworld Act I

Tranquillity ... How necessary, how boring it can be.

The liquid void has no ears

to receive the consolation of the surface.

[AN IGNORANT:]

"MAYBE IT'S BETTER THAT WAY.

WHAT DOESN'T TOUCH DOESN'T HURT."

The innocence of a swan

gliding on a desolate lake

can't be sensed

and therefore can't bring jealousy.

Entire worlds full of wonder and banished

to rest only in few visionary minds,

haunting them with their glowing beauty.

Fortunately, there are always

those with the forked tongue

to bring the borders closer.

But there are also tribes of inferior beings,

beings so proudly inferior

necessary to give worth to the higher.

But not without cost...

They liberate ordeals.

Their negative thought is the fungus,

the grim vestment of the relic.

[THE LEADER:]

THE ERODING FRANKINCENCE

OF MARASMOUS CAN

BECOME UNTOLERABLE.

The region is warm like a blanket

but narrow as a coffin,

an UNDERWORLD.

Fortunately, there are always

those with the forked tongue

to bring the borders closer...