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... and Lyra entered, they were not explorers in a psychic landscape; they were sailors on a sea of pure, untamed music. Great, continent-sized chords of joy drifted past them, while deep, silent canyons of sorrow carved through the terrain. The sky was a swirling symphony of color and sound.
And it was a battlefield.
From one horizon, the orderly, perfect, and harmonically complex waves of the Chorus’s logic advanced. It was a beautiful, intricate pattern, a lattice of crystalline ...
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