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Trance

A world racing against itself.

Chaos.

Cacophony.

Far cry.

And snap! A moment of great pause. An ever-long halt of the senses. An inevitable irony in the scheme of things. A spell-breaking crack in the routine. This is it. The moment of euphoria. The moment of trance. A resonance that extracts from inside each of us a victim.

The world is slowing down.

Emancipation is near.

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