Sow his empty gaze, this old man.
“Weaver, so you say that I’m a weaver code boy? Come come! Just take a closer look. How would you look upon this glass? Does it look any familiar to you? See anything special perhaps? Although it might be impenetrable, there might just be a way to unlock its secrets, one just has to align it correctly I think. Gods know how, but interesting isn't it? Anyways! So to you to have come this far within the worm hole, as to stumble upon an old man only half way through its tunnels. You ask yourself if he's crazy or not. Well, it's just this... the mere scape of this observation which has kept me raveled for so long... through all these passages presented in this peculiar place; I am not who I used to be anymore, which is why I have never been this questioned before. Not even since the times I was but a youth hatch, did I get stuck in a paradox this meandered upon. So that brings me to this somewhat vague conclusion: It's not how one would portrait it by the mere sight... and if just but a moment of serenity could I clear my head this once...just maybe I could see. But as be damned age tolls you, you will just have to bear with me for now; And take this map with you, which I have no need for anymore sadly. It held a great significance once so I ask to take good care of it, whence you further traverse in to its marvelous oddity. And remember as I and so to you to look for a sign that says swonk raseaC and carefully inspect it...”
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