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This world, this time, it spins quicker than most. 800 miles per hour, taut, bound it rotates. All of the ellipitical shapes begin to compress and undress dimension. They flatten into thin lines disappearing into the Abyss. What is left is a slight scent, a waffling smell, deepens, a smell of orange peels and the sweetness of blooming Jasmines.