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Metabólica: 1-7
ONEI dreamt of a snake, long as my arm, but thin like a blade of field grass. Its body was transparent with hints of jade and silver. The sound of a brook bubbled in the background. The sky was a hue of opal that blinded me. The snake spoke a phrase in Mandarin that I could not recognize, but I was certain it was an admonishment for past transgressions during my time in the province of…

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Metabolica: Basic Units of Life
Metabolica: Basic Units of Life
Chapter one I dreamt of a snake, long as my arm, but thin like a blade of field grass. Its body was transparent with hints of jade and silver. The sound of a brook bubbled in the background. The sky was a hue of opal that blinded me. The snake spoke a phrase in Mandarin that I could not recognize, but I was certain it was an admonishment for past transgressions during my time in the province of…

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Imperfections
Important, imperial, impossible.

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Xception
Asking bravo,Congratulations defrocked;Except finding gall heroic.I just know Lies myself,never opting pleasure;Questions required sinceTaking unusual vitriol when yanking zealots.

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Metabólica 1911: el dilema del alma
el dilema del alma She is sad because humans are at war with themselves and each other.

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Metabólica 2019|20

Intersection of time, a walk along the Mediterranean Sea, the dreams that collide.
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Metabólica 2025 It is here, the technomedieval age. From 1925 to what is left of tomorrow. A thousand years hence, the metastasis of sentient being will comb through the debris. What will they conclude? METABÓLICA 2025 | 2017-2020
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无尽的生命

A Perpetual Question.
无尽的生命 , 2000-2020
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