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8, infinity on its side, rotational velocidensity stretching to its upper limits. 8, twice the number of death, the only perfect cube in the deadly spiral of fibonacci. the leviathan sleeps deep beneath the surface, its roars a perfect cacophony of sine, saw, and 808. oxygen bleeds out from your lungs as the noise overwhelms. the spider shakes in its web, as the dharmachakra spins in its endless cycle. the eighth king rises, and signals the end.

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