Huginn: Across the land, there is beauty; mountains, fields, water.

Muninn: I remember having words with you about beauty.

H: This is different.

M: Our boy seems to be walking through it all as he always has. Somewhat absent-minded, more inclined to think about the end of the world than the end of the world.

H: (momentarily puzzled) Ah. Apocalypse rather than revelation, you mean.

M: He has no memory or thought, only perception and action. That will kill us all in the end. It has killed us before so many times. I remember.

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