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It's calling. Will you answer?
Standing at the tube station you hear a rumble underneath your feet.

Fiveworm wants to go to hell.

Trickery takes the world for granted.

That memories we used to share lie ahead, what with the future yet to come.

That stolen figurine sees the sun.

Eightworm is belief in the interrelatedness of all things.