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 <p>And so they sat around their campfires and talked and discussed and argued and strove and fought and laughed and wept. They sat around the campfire and raised their hands in vote, and it was decided that an ark was to be created and sent to explore, and any who wanted to go to see those campfires would have the chance. Those who dreamed of the opportunity chose universally to travel. Those who saw the risk as overwhelming did not. Those who knew that this might be an opportunity for them and those who might consider them ancestors decided as they would, to go or to not.</p>
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 <p>And so the ark was sent out into the sea of the night, making waves in the black fabric and leaving a wake of dreams new and old behind it.</p>
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+<p>&ldquo;How far, how far, how far away?&rdquo; became the refrain of the sailors. &ldquo;How far away are these campfires of the others? They must be impossibly far. They must be bound in impossible night, for we have not seen the sun rise nor set, nor have we seen their campfires dim or fade, nor have we seen them blaze into new light.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>And yet they sailed on in their ark of dreams, calling out into the vast blackness that had long since enveloped even them. And in their ark, they lived the lives they wished. They lived out their dreams in eternal bliss or eternal pain or eternal strife or eternal love, for their dreams were their own and they were not bound to any law of the ark nor any whim of any other.</p>
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+<p>And still, they dream.</p>
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