Dear Woodstock,
The Passage, due shortly, is expected with great anticipation. As the sky opens into a gargantuan oval shape, the dreams and hopes of billions will rise up into it. What once was black sprinkled with spots shall turn to solid gold, extending forth an open palm, calling for those who know best to step onto it. And when those who know best do? It will rise, above the trees, above the towers built by man's hand, above the mountain's peaks set down by Most Essence, above the fears that have plagued the weak. It will be the most impervious glory.
Looking Forward,
Snoopy
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