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Above me chaos rages, and the Old Ones of the deep swallow each other whole; but I am protected in my indusrty here, for the
Gods of the sky hold them at bay in their great castles.
I feel myself to be in a small and cosy workshop, an inventor, perchance, working joyfully on the splendour of my creation.
Outside I see a tiny flower, so beautiful and so dainty that a mild breeze might break its stem, sheltering under the
protective custody of a giant Oak tree, whose mighty branches reach out, their ends drooping to meet the horizon.
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