Forbidden
A tiny surge of exhilaration reinforced with tactile feedback starts a spark. A spark, a flash, a tiny bit of energy flashing through organic distributor cables, beginning the slow turn of an ancient gear. Moss and rust have grown thick in an unorthodox embrace, and both are eager to capitalize on hesitation. Momentum, the beast that cannot be created, cannot be denied and each tooth bites into its subsequent place. Each bit of progress catalyzes the next and the slow dopamine drip begins transmission across calcium waves. Long closed doors begin to open, pathways and desires reveal themselves anew with each turning page. This was unexpected, but far from unwelcome, this dusty new tome that brings renewal for old thoughts to be discovered and young ones to lead the way.
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