I have never seen the light day. Mankind has been living underground for such a long time now. THEY did it. Ir did it. Don't ask me about Ir. But I own the ocean. I keep it in an old jar. Cockles and mussles and shells. Stones and sand. And something the old folks call feathers from something they call birds or seaguts. A dear old friend gave this jar to my dear old father long before THEY did it. Long before Ir made all of us, all men and women flee to the sewers, seal the entrances and hide and roam and grow in the darkness. The air is poison, the old folks say, and poison is the air. And that is why I've never seen the light of day...
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