Ah. The faces. I remember thouse faces... I think. It is hard to describe the roots of such a psychological trauma. In the bowels of deepest nightmares thouse infernal... things taunt and mock me, haunting the farthest reaches of the Dreamlands. I was naive then, granted, and had no idea what daunting experiences future holds. To a concurrent me thouse are not worth a hubbub - or even notice; they are cute, even, to some degree - for I hath seen much, much worse. And yet they haunt me to this day - the accomplishment more daring than all thouse much worse things couldn't even try to imitate... Well. C'est la vie, I suppose then.
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