RADICAL RED SKY POETPUPPY
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One day, 5 epochs away and 14 billion light years in the future, that is how enormous the face of Archibald Puppenfritter VIII is. How did his face get so big? Wizardry, of course. Strange, mysterious wizardry from the depths of the Martian Sea which once occupied 23% of the surface area of this godforsaken planet. Oh, how I loathed those cold, gusty nights in which all the world seemed to come crashing in at my doorstep and then my brain would explode from annoyance. But this is not a story about I, the teller of tales from tumultuous times, but instead a boy who in the darkest of caves, makes rhymes.