TNISAC part twoUnfortunately H and I's conversation doesn't help much, so let's fill you in: in this village, known as Dancy-Land, houses are a musical hologram, constructed by the symphonies of building contractors. The whole village has the atmosphere of the afterlife; a kind of eternal grace sweeps through it. Having recently reached the milestone of 200 decibels the village is ever-growing, picking up Apocalypse survivors everywhere. A museum stands here quaintly, housing the last human voice.TNISAC part two
Just then something sounded over the loudspeaker outside, it was the new tune of the new president coming on early, promising an end to the fut
TNISAC part oneThe Narrator Is Smoking A Cigarette part oneTNISAC part one
Welcome to dusk in Dancy-Land. Here the fence posts are flutes, the sky is full of cities living on clouds, and human voices have been replaced with instruments. Humanity has been reduced to villages and rubble on the surface due to forgotten reasons. Nearby, a group of angry citizens are conversing to the degree of headbanging in a circle. They are protesting something as it rains brass polish. "We want B-Sharp for president, down with E-Minor!" It was not a good day for a demonstration. Too much brass polish may cause intoxication and unwanted symphonies. Too little and t
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