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People? People Have Been Obsolete For Years, They've Made The World A Place Where There's No Room Left For Their Own Kind.

You Don't Feel A Thing. There's Just Something Missing. And Once It Gets Hold Of You, Something More Is Missing Every Day. Soon There Won't Be Anything Left Of Us.

Wishes Cannot Be Summoned Up Or Kept Away At Will. They Come From Deeper Within Us Than Good Or Bad Intentions. And They Spring Up Unannounced.

Once Someone Dreams A Dream, It Can't Just Drop Out Of Existence. But If The Dreamer Can't Remember It, What Becomes Of It?

He Had Been Through A Good Deal In The Course Of The Great Quest — He Had Seen Beautiful Things And Horrible Things — But Up Until Now He Had Not Known That One And The Same Creature Can Be Both, That Beauty Can Be Terrifying.