"The angel crouched at the edge of The Valley of Aiya, herself become a flaming combine, as he listened to the sheep speak in loud tones.
'Forsworn, this mockery! And irony, there is none!'
These babbling and mindless sheep chanted in unison.
'Synchronize, synchronize, all we do is tell our lies!'
The angel grimaced as he continued to watch. The imitations and mimics cared not. So desperate were they to be this greatness they imitated, and by jealousy, sought to destroy completely. The angel stood up atop the rocky plane far away from the herd and whispered softly to them:
'Go into the combines of fiery and eternal death, go lest you think yourself again, go in the flesh you curse as your own!"
Time passed as they marched obediently and stupidly into the combines of fire, chanting in unison. Even seeming to hiss and pop with the same alacrity and tenacity to their own false salvation, as their bodies were torn and burned forever.
As the last sheep screamed wretchedly across The Valley of Aiya, finally fed into the machine by itself, the angel turned and walked away with a distant stare. Though both light and dark were his home, he sought the plunder of solitude amongst the darkened limbs, until night came once more to clear Aiya of its ruins.
The burning mists of the Aiyan Valley hissed and popped shrilly under his feet as he walked calmly towards the darkness beyond."
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