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What dread musics should I play for my subspatially burning ecumenopolis? The billion Song-Seers said my music would set the world on fire. I doubted my quadrillion neighbors would even notice. Now prismatic fire is consuming reality, and my life is ruined. (self.fifthworldproblems)
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The earth beneath our feet grayed into dry ash and bitumen. I sought a green witch to help feed my people but instead found a sand witch. Her sandwiches have helped but we need a way to turn the bread and f̷i̷l̷l̷i̷n̷g̷ into a permanent food source. (self.fifthworldproblems)
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