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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Frozen Messiah" data-source="post: 5191520" data-attributes="member: 84832">The Mad God sits in his throne quietly and brooding. There are women made entirely of fire that dance in front of him and slowly change colors as they dance. He does not care for their dance. There are men there that play instruments that have holes all the way down the neck that when opened vibrate strings that make an odd humming noise that when played properly can make any noise imaginable. He cared not for their music. Duretep was growing bored and as such he got up and waved his hand in aq wide arch. The women condensed and returned to the torches where the began and the men melted into paint and returned to the fresco on the ceiling.  "Why did she not come?" Duretep asked himself as he walked along in his citadel. He walked through the hallways made of glass. He walked on the cielings made of water. The whole time he pondered what he should do next and why this being did not come at his beckon. He walked out into the city where the peopl were celebrating the 4 of spades by eating cake with spoons and chasing geese wearing hats. "I don't need her, I have this wonderful place. This place of wonders, I will find her in her sleep at one point and then we will talk. At this point though I might as well celebrate with my subjects." Duretep says in the voice of a child who has no care in the world. Duretep walks through the Market Fantastic and indulges in games, food, clothing, and all of the other pleasures and vices that a market that has everything can provide. On that day the Dreaming grew bright and there was happiness unknown on the waking</blockquote>

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